Arriving here on planet earth we are given names, nurtured and sent on our way to seek fortune and fame, never knowing really who we are or why we are. Some adjust comfortably in this live's stew, others continue to search.
For those that are not quite at ease in their swirling swither and would like a place to wander and wonder in their personal muse, I say, “Point your compass toward the desert.” Quiet, unagitated by hustle and bustle, where the ringing in one’s ears and your footsteps falling on the sand are the only sounds that break the vacuum of silence. Where the place you stand has been constant for a hundred-thousand years; Uninterrupted, alone with yourself, thinking, “Who am I,” really?
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