wanderers

We__e all blurry-eyed wanderers of time, and the unfortunance of it all is that we__ probably all go on to do great things if only we searched for what corrected and focused our vision instead of relying on our past _ life__ grand kaleidoscope _ to help us find our way forward.

I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that I believed in, and the only thing that believed in me.

It was at Long Huruk that we encountered the vortex of the dream time of which we had so far only touched the periphery, for this was the semi-nomadic community of mystics and dream wanderers.

Wonders amaze me. They can aim wanderlessly in any forest, be it of dark trees or lighted bushes. And apparently, as per what I__e heard, they can buy stuff that__ on sale, but only if and when they feel wonderfully wonderful. Because otherwise they wouldn__ really be themselves, which would be a problem for them, because if they aren__ what they are - they can__ exist, and if they don__ exist _ that makes them invisible and silent to all the wandering people, who may or may not be looking for them to sell themselves to.

_, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,more perfect than all that a man can invent.

Only fools listen to their hearts. Only fools get attached. We wanderers get in and get out just in time.

The voice of the waves was now mixed with strange sounds; laughter, running feet and the clanging of great bells far out to sea. Snufkin lay still and listened. dreaming and remembering his trip round world. Soon I must set out again, he thought. But not yet.

For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven__ forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game__one of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future. Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band__, or even your species_ might be owed to a restless few__rawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds.Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians: __ am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas__aybe it__ a little early. Maybe the time is not quite yet. But those other worlds_ promising untold opportunities__eckon.Silently, they orbit the Sun, waiting.

Men are by nature wanderers...Every people has moved from somewhere, and had to learn the ways of the land from the people who were there before.