The place is good. How good, one must have circumnavigated the globe to discover. Why not stay? Take root? But roots are chains. I have a terror of losing my freedom. Free, without ties, unpossessed by any possessions, free to do as one will, to go at a moment’s notice wherever the fancy may suggest–it is good. But so is this place. Might it not be better? To gain freedom one sacrifices something […] and all that these things and people signify. One sacrifices something–for a greater gain in knowledge, in understanding, in intensified living? I sometimes wonder.
