We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way - begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered. Because initially, we travel 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 everyday surroundings can 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.
