A true journey, no matter how long the travel takes, has no end.

Whoever the last true cowboy in America turns out to be, he's likely to be an Indian.

Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while. Maybe the only gift is a chance to inquire, to know nothing for certain. An inheritance of wonder and nothing more.

A true journey, no matter how long the travel takes, has no end.

Memory is each man's own last measure, and for some, the only achievement.

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?

Spirit can go anywhere. In fact, it has to go places so it can change and emerge like in the migrations. That's the whole idea.