The Beauty Of Being Foreign

In An Age Of Constant Movement, Nothing Is More Urgent Than Sitting Still.

We Travel, Initially, To Lose Ourselves; And We Travel, Next To Find Ourselves.

Every Day There Are Small Moments When We Have A Choice: Will We Take In More Stuff, Or Just Clear Our Minds Out For A Bit?

A Comma . . . Catches The Gentle Drift Of The Mind In Thought, Turning In On Itself And Back On Itself, Reversing, Redoubling, And Returning Along The Course Of Its Own Sweet River Music; While The Semicolon Brings Clauses And Thoughts Together With All The Silent Discretion Of A Hostess Arranging Guests Around Her Dinner Table.

As Soon As I'm On The Road, I See, Often Palpably, That I Know Nothing At All, Which Is Always A Great Liberation.