Insofar as certain psychic travel is concerned,
one human noted,
“Seeing the depraved, the mad and the criminal
is only seeing a worse me.”
All misery contains some pleasure…
(and if it does not, all wisery has some pleasure
in the recounting there of).
Overheard from a sweaty crowd mulling about
on that rapidly warming planet just to our south, a harried voice announced,
“The times and tides of chance may soothe and buffet us all,
and fate may blindly deal us favorable hands today, or not,
and though all of this be so, and unavoidable,
I’ll still, Sir, be quite-well-damned if I’ll
be pushed around by the likes of me!”
There still exists a blinding though potentially liberating
difference between what the physical demands
of human life make important
and what Life makes man’s
brain say is important.
Folly at home, and caprice abroad,
remain sufficiently distant as to keep travel agents
and human imagination in business.