Four hoarse blasts of a ship’s whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
Anybody who has traveled this far on a fool’s errand, has no choice but to uphold the honor of fools by completing the errand.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
