Of the things most impressive about living on something true is the matter of this life being one’s own. How the regrets and mistakes of caring too much or too little are wasted onto the debris of the shores of consciousness and out to sea. When on one goes one traverses new grounds and sometimes upon heights unseen by the others’ eyes, even those most beloved. Just returning from afar one realizes how much truly has changed and fared well in one’s absence, and how little lost compared with this little journey gained. Yet that so much more awaits on the path that one can make only makes the faraway so much more: inviting, interesting, impressive in the sheer magnitude.