How difficult it is to remain just one person. Our home is open, there are no keys in the doors, visible ghosts come in and out at will.
--Czeslaw Milosz
Therefore it is said: And the deeper secret within the secret: the land that is nowhere, that is the true home.
I may not always have looked at things in this way, but the more I travel from land to land, the more I get to know others and myself (and the others in me) -- the more I envisage it thus: no keys in the doors, fewer possessions, fewer certainties, fewer irreversibilities, but always moved by the undying, ever-growing desire to observe and understand, however intolerable, however impossible.
Never comfortable anywhere, but finally beginning to begin to understand in the flesh that home is indeed a profoundly uncomfortable place to be.
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