The Aristo by John Fowles
When I marvel at the beauty of a moon full of wonders, I cannot stop asking myself – who is moving in this bright and vast sky, is it her, is it me or my mind. What is it that moves us beyond recognition, what is it that makes us greedy for more the same and unhappy with the same old.
Do we know what we want or who we are? Are we too busy these days to even think along these lines? Thinking is not a bad thing, I am sure our grey matter would not mind turning bright yellow with more insights!
One day, inner travel will be the trend.. in a galaxy far – far away.