Archeologists can tell us a great deal about ancient civilizations, but there will always be more that is simply lost to the sands of time. More mysterious still are the ways in which our distant ancestors have shaped us—things we know and things we do without ever recognizing that they come to us from our deep history.
What do you know without being able to identify the source of that knowledge?
In just a moment a puff of breath, or simply the wind, will transform the perfect, starry globe of the dandelion head into a hundred floating travelers in search of a place to land and grow. No seed knows where it will land. They probably don’t even know that they are on the verge of going.
When has a significant journey come to you as a surprise?
Life is a dangerous journey, and there’s no doubt that it pays to exercise caution and watch where you are going. But what’s the point, if you can’t have fun along the way?
What form of enjoyment makes you throw caution to the wind?
We call an airport or a train station a terminal—an ending. And so it is, although rarely without serving as a beginning as well.
What terminal has served as both and end and beginning point in your life?
The sun’s light reveals our surroundings to us, makes it possible to see where we are going. But there are also things which are hidden to us by the daylight, including the fact that we belong to something far bigger than we can imagine.
What do you see when you step away from the light of analysis and reason?
