May 18, 2011
To the world-explorers, the myth-true lay over the horizon, or amongst the mountain peaks. Those of action sought the unknown there, and confronted truth and beauty.
Now, all horizons are inhabited by us, all mountainous values are known. What little empty spaces are left are dried up veins of pyrite, seeds spat out after the fruit has been devoured, for we know the ripe and golden flesh is long gone.
Where can we turn, to find our myth-true? Where is our unknown self? Where it has truly been all along. Within. The vast and ever-undiscovered country.