But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped or tamed.
Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.
It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.
You shall not fold your wings that you may pass though doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down.
You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.
And though of magnificence and splendor, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing.
For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and silences of night.
Kahlil Gibran
What an awesome poem/image/threshold to start your journey from! Oliver, your heart is way bigger than the country you are planning to traverse!! (as you well know apparently.) That reminds me in some remotely connected way of Carl Jung's wicked cool near-death experience. If you ever have some spare time (not every day has to be a century day...) AND wireless connection, check it out! ~
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Your favorite *Aunt