I’ve never been to Mars. Traveling is actually a great relief - even with the toxic and diabolical state of traditional travel processes. Road, Air and so on. Obnoxious.If you can shut out the stupid systems and appalling experience we humans have concocted to make it happen, the act of travel is hugely valuable. And underestimated. The old maxim – “It’s the journey not the destination” - and the new one - “The search is the find” - never more appropriate. A meander in a new city - a ramble that’s written, a wander about the planet. All wildly underestimated. I find it disappointing - and hard sometimes to argue this because so many people are conditioned to want the result - not the figuring. The end product not the design or the working it out part. The destination not the journey. People have become so used to expecting conclusions. We seem to have lost the art of enjoying the crafting of the thing. We've lost the patience and involvement of it all. We’ve misused the meaning of design and as a result weve started to atrophy. We’ve stopped thinking. No time for contemplation. Traveling, seeing, experiencing and mind rambling is such a delight - then ‘writing’ it first in my head and then into my machines – it is the thing. It's like the creation of a picture for me. Writing what I’ve ‘felt’ is what forms the better and bigger idea. It's a ramble, full of wild departures, blind alleys, interesting meetings, strange alien creatures on the side-walks and relaxing stops for fresh provisions in a new place. I don’t much mind if no-one else reads it. To be on the journey is always a far better experience than actually getting there. I'm not for a minute suggesting that there isn't a good thing at the destination but if the journey was rewarding I always seem to enjoy there more. I’ve just seen a road sign that says Slow Down. I wonder what it means?
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