For Centuries, Cubas Greatest Resource Has Been

The Australians, It Seems To Me, Thrive On Their Remoteness From The World And See It As A Way Of Keeping Up A Code Of "no Worries, Mate," While Peddling Their Oddities To Visitors: Nonconformity Is At Once A Fact Of Life For Many, And A Selling Point.

What More Could One Ask Of A Companion? To Be Forever New And Yet Forever Steady, To Be Strange And Familiar All At Once, With Enough Change To Quicken My Mind, Enough Steadiness To Give Sanctuary To My Heart. The Books On My Shelf Never Asked To Come Together And They Would Not Trust Or Want To Listen To One Another. But Each Is A Piece Of A Stained-glass Whole, Without Which I Wouldn’t Make Sense To Myself Or To The World Outside.

We Travel, Initially, To Lose Ourselves; And We Travel, Next To Find Ourselves. We Travel To Open Our Hearts And Eyes And Learn More About The World Than Our Newspapers Will Accommodate. We Travel To Bring What Little We Can, In Our Ignorance And Knowledge, To Those Parts Of The Globe Whose Riches Are Differently Dispersed. And We Travel, In Essence, To Become Young Fools Again- To Slow Time Down And Get Taken In, And Fall In Love Once More.

Any School Would Gain, If The Students Began The Day With Meditation, Cleared Their Heads And Got Themselves Centered.

The More We Run From A Problem, The More We're Actually Running Into It.