Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.
Control thy passions lest they take vengence on thee.
There are those experiences, those times, those occasions wherein we are brought to our respectful silences when they come back around to visit. And they do, every now and then. They become our closest friends with the passing of time. How could we have foreseen such redemption in the shadow of our exploits?
Do they drive us? Do we seek to extend our catalogues in hopeful pursuit of yet more? Maybe. Maybe not. I admit to not thinking about them much, preferring to let them come, unannounced, to my camp, where we share a brief, but very intimate time together. Just me, and my memories.