Words Are Impotent To Describe

From The Beginning, I Wanted To Live My Own Life, And Patiently I Shored Up That Desire Against Wind And Tide.

You Can Feel As Brave As Columbus Starting For The Unknown The First Time You Enter A Chinese Lane Full Of Boys Laughing At You, Or When You Risk Climbing Down In A Tibetan Pub For A Meal Of Rotten Meat.

Certain Travelers Give The Impression That They Keep Moving Because Only Then Do They Feel Fully Alive.

I Can See Now That A Concept Or Even A Feeling Makes No Sense Unless Out Of Our Substance We Spin Around It A Web Of References, Of Relationships, Of Values.

Those Who Appreciate The Ways Of Simple Tribes, Where Every Activity Is Direct And Immediately Understandable, Are Able To Live Among Them.