“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.”
-Walt Whitman – Leaves Of Grass
I went back to Travis’s house.
Found the driveway on the first try.
Parked my car and went inside.
“I didn’t much care for us, minus you”, I said.
“But you were never far”, he answered.
There is no road here, no map and no landmarks.
Who we are in the present moment is all we can become.
“It’s like sight reading”, I told him, “we must live in real time.”
It’s not yet, but it could be: