And oft at midnight’s moony scene A faded form of ghastly mien Across the waves doth glide; And oft upon the passing gales A plaintive voice the ear assails, When wand’ring by the tide.

the Pentelic marble of which the Parthenon is built

[…] the number of people who either dogmatically don’t believe in, or else agnostically or uncaringly, simply don’t bother about immortality is now considerable.

This may nevertheless require some re-drawing of boundaries, to integrate real- time or near-real-time intelligence collection with the other means of locating, identifying and tracking major military equipment and units.