quest

You're on your own little quest, an there's a bit of Frodo Baggins in you, and a bit of Verne's Paganel, and just a tiny drop of Robinson Cursoe, and a smidgeon of Radishchev.

I__l be off exploring, searching for those out-of-bounds places where dreams exist.

Breathe deeply, focus your thoughts, and say out loud, __he quest begins here.

I__e made it my mission to discover that which is off the beaten track. Somewhere in the undergrowth of the impossible.

Some will say that searching for your dreams is like looking for unicorns in an emerald forest.

They were at the end of their journey, but as far as ever, it seemed, from the end of their quest.

We choose to embrace a quest, and we choose to live for adventure.

Searching for a lost city is a particularly European obsession.

In some warped way, having an embalmed body with us made perfect sense.

Only a man who has his health, a full stomach and wears clean clothes would ever entertain the notion of tracking down the greatest lost city on Earth.

Normally I would have been the first to go in search of cannibal monks, particularly as I had heard of a similar tradition at a nunnery in the Philippines. It's the sort of quest I can't resist.

There are two ways to find a lost city. The first is to rely on luck alone, the second is to control all the information.

Sometimes in the quest of searching the stars in others eyes, we fall into the never ending pit of darkness.

This was the plan: we would take a holy and sacred picture of the King of Rock ___ Roll, Elvis Presley, to the very summit of the earth; once there, we would place it with sincere reverence amongst the chimerical shimmering palaces of ice and snow and then (accompanied by some weird Zen magic) we would light joss sticks, dance about making screechy kung-fu noises, get off our faces, and that would be it: Planet Earth saved. Simple.

In every time, in every culture, ordinary people have done extraordinary things.

Every form of life must struggle. Life is an aberration; death is ordinary. Life requires obstruction, conflict, reverses, and resolve. Life requires questing. Questing provides the meaning that we seek, a purpose to justify the inevitable struggle to live knowing the absurdity that we must die.

You can__, if you can__ feel it, if it neverRises from the soul, and swaysThe heart of every single hearer,With deepest power, in simple ways.You__l sit forever, gluing things together,Cooking up a stew from other__ scraps,Blowing on a miserable fire,Made from your heap of dying ash.Let apes and children praise your art,If their admiration__ to your taste,But you__l never speak from heart to heart,Unless it rises up from your heart__ space.

The great mission of our day is not conquering the sea or space, disease or tyranny. The grand quest which calls to the hero in every one of us is to become fully alive--to stand up and claim our birthright, which is inner freedom, love and radiant purpose. By fulfilling this, we transform the world.