The song and the land are one.

As you go along, you literally collect places. I'm fed up with going to places; I shan't go to anymore.

'I will go to France, to Yugoslavia, to China, and continue my profession.' 'As sanitary engineer?' 'No, Monsieur. As adventurer. I will see all the peoples and all the countries of the world.'

And when you look along the way we've come, there are spirals of vultures wheeling.

And the formation of man is the most pressing problem facing humanity.

Because they knew each other's thoughts, they even quarrelled without speaking.

If this were so; if the desert were 'home'; if our instincts were forged in the desert; to survive the rigours of the desert - then it is easier to understand why greener pastures pall on us; why possessions exhaust us, and why Pascal's imaginary man found his comfortable lodgings a prison.