One Must Use The Weapons One Finds

I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.

A Subject To Which Few Intellectuals Ever Give A Thought Is The Right To Be A Vagrant, The Freedom To Wander. Yet Vagrancy Is A Deliverance, And Life On The Open Road Is The Essence Of Freedom. To Have The Courage To Smash The Chains With Which Modern Life Has Weighted Us (under The Pretext That It Was Offering Us More Liberty), Then To Take Up The Symbolic Stick And Bundle And Get Out.

For Now It Seems That By Advancing Into Unknown Territories, I Entered Into My Life

A Nomad I Was Even When I Was Very Small And Would Stare At The Road, That White Spellbinding Road Headed Straight For The Unknown ... A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.

From Every Ruin, Life Springs Up Again And Everything That Dies Is Born Again.