travel breaks down a kind of inner structure we have. stripped of our props, deprived of our masks, we are completely on the surface of ourselves." -camus

most days i wander in the darkness of this so-called purposeful life. i'm not complaining, just offering that life is not always obviously apparent in aim. i have been blessed with brief epiphanies and rare moments when this all makes sense. but in the end my faith is not useful unless its the only thing apparent; so strip me down, bind my hands, and send me mute into an unknown land...if thats the destination which allows me to know my self.