A True Journey, No Matter How Long

The Four Horsemen Of The Prairie Are Tornado, Locust, Drought, And Fire, And The Greatest Of These Is Fire, A Rider With Two Faces Because For Everything Taken, It Makes A Return In Equal Measure.

With A Nearly Desperate Sense Of Isolation And A Growing Suspicion That I Lived In An Alien Land, I Took To The Road In Search Of Places Where Change Did Not Mean Ruin And Where Time And Men And Deeds Connected.

Memory Is Each Man's Own Last Measure, And For Some, The Only Achievement.

New Ways Of Seeing Can Disclose New Things… But Turn The Question Around. Do New Things Make For New Ways Of Seeing?

I Like The Digressive Kind Of Traveling, Where There's Not A Particular, Set, Goal.