I was thrown here—alone and oblivious. The landscape is gray, cold, and frightening. I stared at the horizon and immediately understood—I knew nothing of this terrain.
As I walk, I cover two planes simultaneously—a finite geographical wilderness and a vast and never-ending mental wilderness. Walking in geographic space expands the mind. Walking the mind deepens the meaning of geographic space.
In this excursion, which ends only in death, I gather seeds of thoughts, verses, images, and experiences. I pocket these seeds until I find the right soil to plant them, here in a third space—cyberspace.
I revisit what were planted rhythmically to tend to them, re-walking once verdant valleys and creating trails through my footsteps—trails that connect what later become seedlings. I am bound to re-walk these trails and re-walk them again, until what were planted have grown into evergreens.
One day, I will be surrounded by a forest garden of the mind, and everything will finally make sense.
I walk only to find answers to one question: how to live?
I write these words and share them here if only I can make this thrown existence more meaningful.
Would you like to walk with me?