Trod On...

I went back to be at the beginning of this blog. In hindsight I still relate to the idealism of that post. Now that the period of wandering has come to an end, where has all this led to?

• Summaries are conclusions, but the wandering is eternal.
• There is no knowledge in the wandering.
  
• It is myopic to have a destination.
• Statistics are but the crutch of the undiscerning.

So there shall be none of that jazz on here.

The journey continues and the traveller wears different clothes now, and has himself cast deep into murky waters of this Babylonian shitstem. But with the minds eye firmly set on a bigger phenomenon that cannot be subjected to adjectives, the traveller is strangely impervious to all attempts at urban absorption.

Trodding on...