leaving behind me Philip K. Dick's "Transmigration of Timothy Archer",
this hour finds me here.
I was thinking about the title I gave to this blog and its reason of existence..
the caravan..Am I the caravan or the desert landscapes over which the caravan just passes before it moves forth almost immediately?
People with whose auras mine intertwines..are they my caravans? are they my desert?
who leaves whom behind?
I tried to open up (I still do; my faith in human nature is and will be, as it at least seems now, infinite) and I realized that "other" people can go along with me that far..not more.
so, I have to learn and start to accept it and feel grateful for everything that I get, whether this lasts long or not..
I will fight to identify myself with everyone and catch within them a glimpse of the essence we share; I'll try hard to detach myself from the need to belong and possess.
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