” The Moon and The Sun are eternal travel, the years to come are travel too. For those whose life flows on a boat, for those who age by drawing their horse the reins, life is the journey, the journey is home. For years now I, too, was carried away by a piece of cloud that was moving by air, and woke up in me the longing of wander “

  • Matsuo Basho, “The Narrow Road to The Depths of the North”,

What is Normal for the Spider is Chaos for the Fly