I Need The Sea Because It Teaches

Like Them You Are Tall And Taciturn, And You Are Sad, All At Once, Like A Voyage.

And That's Why I Have To Go Back To So Many Places There To Find Myself And Constantly Examine Myself With No Witness But The Moon And Then Whistle With Joy, Ambling Over Rocks And Clods Of Earth, With No Task But To Live, With No Family But The Road.

He Who Does Not Travel, Who Does Not Read, Who Does Not Listen To Music, Who Does Not Find Grace In Himself, She Who Does Not Find Grace In Herself, Dies Slowly.

As If You Were On Fire From Within. The Moon Lives In The Lining Of Your Skin.

We Must Dream Our Way.