Not I, not anyone else can travel that road for you,
you must travel it for yourself.
It is not far it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not
Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.
-Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself.” Leaves of Grass. The 1892 Edition Banton:1983
Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
Ulysses, James Joyce
“And then came spring, the great time of traveling…” Jack Kerouac
Place: Portland, OR