If I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, it stands to reason that I'm going to get there. I've begun to think we sit far more than we're supposed to." He smiled. "Why else would we have feet?

But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are.

The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time.

He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was his journey to accept the strangeness of others. As a passerby, he was in a place where everything, not only the land, was open. People would feel free to talk, and he was free to listen. To carry a little of them as he went.

If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.

The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself.

I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to...Why else would we have feet?