if only we lost our minds and arrived at our hearts

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies.

The reality is not exactly what the song started out to be, but it's not a bad song.

I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

if only we lost our minds and arrived at our hearts

When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you're expected move again only you don't remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself.