Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers-- all of us.
All the restless hearts of the world... all trying to find a way home.
It's hard to describe what I felt like then.
Picture yourself walking for days in a driving snow.
You don't even know you're walking in circles-- the heaviness of your legs in the drifts;
your shouts disappearing into the wind.
How small you can feel.
How far away home can be.
Home.
The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin...
and a goal or destination.
And the storm ?
The storm was all in my mind.
Or, as the poet Dante put it.. .
"In the middle of the journey of my life I found myself in a dark wood...
for I had lost the right path."
Eventually I would find the right path...
but in the most unlikely place."
"See what no one else sees.
See what everyone else chooses not to see...
out of fear and conformity and laziness.
See the whole world anew each day. "
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