Life On The Open Road

To Be Alone Is To Be Free, And Freedom Was The Only Happiness Accessible To My Nature.

A Subject To Which Few Intellectuals Ever Give A Thought Is The Right To Be A Vagrant, The Freedom To Wander. Yet Vagrancy Is A Deliverance, And Life On The Open Road Is The Essence Of Freedom. To Have The Courage To Smash The Chains With Which Modern Life Has Weighted Us (under The Pretext That It Was Offering Us More Liberty), Then To Take Up The Symbolic Stick And Bundle And Get Out.

I Think It Is Impossible For Human Minds To Think Of Death As A Final, Irrevocable End To Life.

Now More Than Ever Do I Realize That I Will Never Be Content With A Sedentary Life, That I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.

A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.