What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.
My journey was a very organic journey.
We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.
My route so far through life hasn't been particularly logical, or even thought out.
Perhaps, like the way these leaves spread out and the way they curl in many directions and how they have many features, I think that's how my road has been.
History unfolds itself by strange and unpredictable paths. We have little control over the future; and none at all over the past.
Nature goes her own way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.
