Then I saw a design. There on the map.. For me, the migration had been to places and moments of glimpsed clarity.
William Least Heat Moon
There are two kinds of adventurers those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won't.
adventure find
Our religion keeps reminding us that we aren't just will and thoughts. We're also sand and wind and thunder. Rain. The seasons. All those things. You learn to respect everything because you are everything. If you respect yourself, you respect all things.
religion respect wind thoughts learn rain seasons things thunder sand
places design moments clarity map
I did learn what I didn't know I wanted to know.
learn
What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
people past road judge traveling minds
Be careful going in search of adventure -- it's ridiculously easy to find.
adventure search find easy
The hotel was once where things coalesced, where you could meet both townspeople and travelers. Not so in a motel. No matter how you build it, the motel remains the haunt of the quick and dirty, where the only locals are Chamber of Commerce boys every fourth Thursday.
commerce boys dirty things matter
Beware thoughts that come in the night.
thoughts night
When you're travelling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
people past road travelling
All of those things - rock and men and river - resisted change, resisted the coming as they did the going. Hood warmed and rose slowly, breaking open the plain, and cooled slowly over the plain it buried. The nature of things is resistance to change, while the nature of process is resistance to stasis, yet things and process are one, and the line from inorganic to organic and back is uninterrupted and unbroken.
change process
Suddenly, over the slope, as if tethered to a cord of air drawing quickly upward, came a Northern Harrier, motionless but for its rising. So still was the bird - wings, tail, head - it might have been a museum specimen. Then, as if atop the wind, it slid down the ridge, tilted a few times, veered, tacked up the hill, its wings hardly shifting. I though, if I could be that hawk for one hour I'd never again be just a man.
nature inspirational
Memory is each man's own last measure, and for some, the only achievement.
travel memoir
When you're traveling, you are what you are, right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
travel
With a nearly desperate sense of isolation and a growing suspicion that I lived in an alien land, I took to the road in search of places where change did not mean ruin and where time and men and deeds connected.
Other than to amuse himself, why should a man pretend to know where he's going or understand what he sees?
man
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