July 15, 2014 4:45pm This reminds me of the poem, The Chambered Nautilus, by Oliver Wendell Holmes:
Build thee more stately mansions,
O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven
with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!