No Yesterdays On The Road.

...who Can Say Where A Voyage Starts - Not The The Actual Passage But The Dream Of A Journey And Its Urge To Find A Way?

Our Religion Keeps Reminding Us That We Aren't Just Will And Thoughts. We're Also Sand And Wind And Thunder. Rain. The Seasons. All Those Things. You Learn To Respect Everything Because You Are Everything. If You Respect Yourself, You Respect All Things.

Beware Thoughts That Come In The Night. They Aren't Turned Properly; They Come In Askew, Free Of Sense And Restriction, Deriving From The Most Remote Of Sources.

Without The Errors, Wrong Turns And Blind Alleys, Without The Doubling Back And Misdirection And Fumbling And Chance Discoveries, There Was Not One Bit Of Joy In Walking The Labyrinth.

I Can't Say, Over The Miles, That I Had Learned What I Had Wanted To Know Because I Hadn't Known What I Wanted To Know. But I Did Learn What I Didn't Know I Wanted To Know.