Day 134h: Ever onward, into the Within … (September 10, 2019)
And then I walked and walked and walked some more – walked until my footsteps became a part of the pavement – walked until the Sun began to set – walked until the day began to meld into night, and I, to meld into it All …
“In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is, and that is a big part of what makes America what it is. The uncluttered regions of American landscape and the oft-deserted miles of American roads force any lone traveler to pay intimate attention to the same. This seeming squander of space substitutes a sense of self with a sense of Wholeness by giving the pilgrim days & days & days of himself until, tiring of his own much smaller compass, he finally looks for solace to the vast grandness that surrounds his view — a grandness that demands attention not just for its incredible scope, but also for its obvious age – and its diversity – and its perpetual tendency to shift & dance & change – and for its scintillating and often unfathomable beauty. In truth the isolating immensity of the American landscape often reveals what lies covered in other places far noisier and busier and filled. For me, at least, what I saw revealed was this (only this): A man on the verge of desperation – man who desperately wanted to be important and thereby Do a greater Good, and yet a man desperate still, because his significance had come to rest within an ambit that was obviously destined to remain narrow and in need of great assistance.” ~ inspired by William Least Heat-Moon
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