I Think That Foreignness Is Always With

I Am Simply A Fairly Typical Product Of A Movable Sensibility, Living And Working In A World That Is Itself Increasingly Small And Increasingly Mongrel. I Am A Multinational Soul On A Multinational Globe On Which More And More Countries Are As Polyglot And Restless As Airports. Taking Planes Seems As Natural To Me As Picking Up The Phone Or Going To School. I Fold Up My Self And Carry It Around As If It Were An Overnight Bag.

The More Internationalism There Is In The World, The More Nationalism There Will Always Be, As People Feel Scared Of The Other Streaming Into Their Neighbourhood And Don't Always Know Where To Lay Their Foundations In A World On The Move.

We May Be Joined These Days More By The Questions We Have In Common Than By The Answers We Share.

We Travel, Initially, To Lose Ourselves; And We Travel, Next To Find Ourselves. We Travel To Open Our Hearts And Eyes And Learn More About The World Than Our Newspapers Will Accommodate. We Travel To Bring What Little We Can, In Our Ignorance And Knowledge, To Those Parts Of The Globe Whose Riches Are Differently Dispersed. And We Travel, In Essence, To Become Young Fools Again- To Slow Time Down And Get Taken In, And Fall In Love Once More.

Nothing Makes Me Feel Better - Calmer, Clearer And Happier - Than Being In One Place, Absorbed In A Book, A Conversation, A Piece Of Music. It's Actually Something Deeper Than Mere Happiness: It's Joy, Which The Monk David Steindl-rast Describes As 'that Kind Of Happiness That Doesn't Depend On What Happens.