Life is an experimental journey
undertaken involuntarily. It is a
journey of the spirit through
the material world and, since
it is the spirit that travels, it
is in the spirit that it is
experienced.
That is why there exist contemplative
souls who have lived more intensely,
more widely, more tumultuously
than others who have lived their
lives purely externally.
I have lived so much without ever having lived.
I have thought so much without ever
having thought. I feel weighed down
by worlds of unenacted violence,
of stillborn adventures.
I am sick of what I never had nor will
have, weary of gods always just
about to exist.
I bear on my body the wounds
of all the battles I did not fight.
My muscles are weary from efforts
I never even considered making...
Life is whatever we make it.
The traveller is the journey.
What we see is not what
we see but who we are.
