As long as we seem to be on the subjects of both travel and poetry, this is from my man Walt Whitman:
Come said the Muse,
Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,
Sing me the universal.
And this is from Lao-Tzu, though you’ve probably seen it on Pinterest:
A good traveler has no fixed plan, and is not intent on arriving.
I like to think about that whenever I go out on adventures, though I have to modulate it some. After all, Lao-Tzu died 1,700 years before the invention of non-refundable airline tickets, so, you know.
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