When a man is deeply unsatisfied with his life it seems his thoughts always turn toward journeys, pilgrimages, motion through time and space. "Black care can hardly catch the rider whose pace is fast enough." said a troubled Theodore Roosevelt.
How else does one explain men running away to sea. There's no need to explain it. Ishmael already did that for us in Moby Dick. Or what of the Chitaquas Pirsig gives us in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance? These inquiries into absolute values couldn't have been throroughly explored sitting at home on the couch.
I forsee a journey in my not too distant future. I hope it will be the beginning of my life.
Sunday, February 07, 2010
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