Wanderers

Some wander to find the greatest, oldest, most beautiful.

Off to Europe, Antarctica, the bottom of the ocean, other planets . . . and the list goes on and on.

But some, wander to lose. To finally rid themselves of all those thoughts they fall back on when asked for an answer. The clutter, the garbage we rely on instead of empirical wisdom.

The sign in the picture is a magnificent example of how to begin such a search. No words can direct your path to the Highest realm. Snippets of enlightenment come when-mental vacancies appear. When there are no agendas, no commands to follow, no human direction of any kind, especially instructions that you believe must be correct.

They follow no agenda, they follow no signs. They follow what is given to them to follow, wherever it may lead. Every route taken is one for personal examination. Those folks are the ones that finally reason that in order to fill your mind with the Majestic, the clutter must be cleaned out first.

The message in that ‘sign with no words’ is deep. It begins to explain the maxim . . .

Not all those who wander are lost.