| Some of us, however,
grew up believing that all roads leads somewhere. We knew that any destination
is a destiny held in time and space for those who were drawn to the value
that the journey itself revealed. Roads, like doors, beckoned to those who
belonged on their dreamscapes. We learned that great mystery was a fundamental
and spiritual part of being human. We could never believe that a road --
any road -- led nowhere. Neither could we ever resist the draw of what might
lie beyond, no matter how insignificant it might at first glance appear. |
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