“Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover / Breath’s aware that will not keep. / Up, lad: when the journey’s over there’ll be time enough to sleep.” – A. E. Housman
The human spirit is ever flickering flame. Be it in the
abode of physical body or not, the human soul needs to travel as a tree needs
water. Without it, it withers and shrinks into an abnormally ignominious thing.
The man in the original sense was never meant to marry, settle down and live in
families. It was always supposed to be living in communities, mating and moving
on the greener pastures. But as it is rightly pointed out, every civilization
reaches its peak and degrades. Ours rose from the Stone Age and peaked when the
man became a hunter and gatherer and from then on it’s been on a long decline.
Some travel to enjoy, some travel to get a break, some travel to get a peek at the other side of civilized life. But ultimately everyone travels in search of answers, whether knowingly or just stumbling upon them along the way. When one walks along the countryside in British Isles, one finds piles of stones stacked on one another. These traditions are called cairns. Some serve as markers, practically or commemorative. They are just a pile of stones but they show us the way. They can inspire and enlighten, help point out hazards or meaningful history. Depending on what you’re looking for, they can keep you on your path or suggest a new one. They’re landmarks for paths of thought.
Some travel to enjoy, some travel to get a break, some travel to get a peek at the other side of civilized life. But ultimately everyone travels in search of answers, whether knowingly or just stumbling upon them along the way. When one walks along the countryside in British Isles, one finds piles of stones stacked on one another. These traditions are called cairns. Some serve as markers, practically or commemorative. They are just a pile of stones but they show us the way. They can inspire and enlighten, help point out hazards or meaningful history. Depending on what you’re looking for, they can keep you on your path or suggest a new one. They’re landmarks for paths of thought.
“What are humans to rocks and mountains?” wondered Jane
Austen once. We are just a small fraction of the world, and there is no need to
see the universe to understand. Just stand at the base of a mountain and look
up right into it and face its magnanimity or just let yourself float into the
ocean. But remember you are not just a drop in the ocean; you are the mighty
ocean in the drop. So set your life on fire and let your self be silently drawn
by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.
Our paths are not in any maps, true places never are. Sometimes you have to lose the way, to find the way.
