But then that little voice whispers... it is the journey that matters, not the destination. The thing is that this journey appears to have become far too abstract. There is no road, no path, no direction, no prevailing wind, no tide, no compass, no map.... nothing.
As I am still lacking for substance on the blog, I offer up that unfinished thought which was all I could muster in an email earlier tonight.
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Ever consider stomping that little voice? Destinations, like the Bahamas, Texas, the Rockies, are excellent enough to forget about journies.
Just sayin'
Better to eat the pie than bake it.
Stomping, yes, quite often.
Texass? I suppose every place has its own unique merits.
Depends on who makes the pie.
You went there, didn't you?
Texass!!!
Nope, never been, I just wanted to use the word "ass".
Well, if "ass" were assential to your comment, you succeeded.
Brava!
Why thank you, thank you very much.
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