I often wonder, as the journey stretches far into the future, yet only slightly into the past, if I have journeyed at all, despite the distance between me and my starting point. I often look behind myself, over my shoulder but not quite, if only to judge the distance I have traveled. But the distance cannot be measured by the journey, and the journey cannot be measured by the travels. If you pick up your foot, and place into a different spot, does that mean you have moved, even if you do not appear to have done so? Likewise, if your surroundings differ from previous look-arounds, does that mean you have moved? The answer, I believe, is no, but I do not believe these things to be altogether very important. Why should it matter to the journey when I realize I have not moved? Why should it matter to the travels that my surroundings differ? Why should it matter to the distance that the travels and the journey do not wish to remain within the synchrony of the distance? It doesn’t. I often wonder it anyway, though.
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