"There are two ways of getting home; and one of them is to stay there.
The other is to walk round the whole world till we come back to the same place."
The other is to walk round the whole world till we come back to the same place."
__G.K. Chesterton
"Wake up, Kenny. We're in No Man's Land"
__ my grandfather, Oscar Harz
"Why did the chicken cross the road? To prove to a 'possum that it could be done."
__Anonymous Wisdom disguised as a Joke
In any case, I came this far (Bloomington, Indiana) in order to keep an appointment with my dentist. That it has taken me nearly seventy-five years to get here occurred to me around three o'clock in the morning and kept me awake for nearly two hours, which was as long as I could productively ponder the matter before drifting back into Slumberland - where everything is possible and neither requires any explanation nor a passport to cross its borders. Seventy-five years seems to me a long time to get anywhere at all, though it is a mere drop in the cosmological bucket, but memory of the outset of the journey is not as clear as it once was. And, as I began today's notes, "in any case, I came this far" and here I am again.
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