Every journey has its starting point, his farewell ... We started when there is something ineffable in an instant glimpse and electrifies the body, ignites the air we breathe, compels us to leave our imposture ... Leaving is the critical moment alchemic reaction that changes the value of things: the wait is transmuted into a desire, a dream in reality ... "we want something, someone, anything that comes into our lives and once again he make sense. Leaving is an essential way to be a traveler. Getting there is only one way to be for a time, contingent ... "Well, death is something else.
mystical For the traveler to get to anywhere is almost a farewell party, the eve of the ceremony start again, suspended in a swing or hammock under the threshold for an indefinite period ... Travelers mystics dwell in doorways and porches s transients under the bridge, in the atrium of the temples and the front porches of the palace. Do not stay longer than necessary, just a break to recharge your batteries, restore illusions, look wonderful, handcrafted souvenirs for the mystic path ... No traveler wants to die in his bed, but on the horse, as Montaigne would say. The passenger side and comes without dramatizing these events; is his duty. Knows that it requires less, that we must reduce the waiting time ... The traveler "real" rejects any search of lost time, those things are treacherous and unrepentant, "by contrast, claims the time for evolution, however little that is, go to your meeting. The mystical traveler goes to a secure and confident of death, death always comes, that is always on time for our death ... When? Where? ... The trip will tell ... "I listen, I read your signals ...
Photo:" Pantheon spring rain ", Rome, March 2007
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