My final day in Santiago was marked with ineffable elation amidst the pouring rain and embraces of all who understood what it meant to set foot on the way of St. James. An indescribable dream to celebrate in the sanctuary of familiar faces and winged forms...
A warm voice whispers "The camino starts now" and it´s meaning is a daily resounding echo of a purpose beyond physical exploration and taxation. Every moment as a springboard to parallel the steps of the pilgrimage. Seek. Observe. Revel in eternity. Substitute judgement with compassion. Entertain all with openness of thought and emotion. Understand that you may never understand, and most obviously... love.
"When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered." - Waking Life
A warm voice whispers "The camino starts now" and it´s meaning is a daily resounding echo of a purpose beyond physical exploration and taxation. Every moment as a springboard to parallel the steps of the pilgrimage. Seek. Observe. Revel in eternity. Substitute judgement with compassion. Entertain all with openness of thought and emotion. Understand that you may never understand, and most obviously... love.
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