At The Beginning We Learn To Travel,

Instead Of Insight, Maybe All A Man Gets Is Strength To Wander For A While.

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.

Boredom Lies Only With The Traveler's Limited Perception And His Failure To Explore Deeply Enough. After A While, I Found My Perception Limited.

For Me, Writing Is Not A Search For Explanations But A Ramble In Quest Of What Informs A Place, A Hunt For Equivalents.

...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?