To travel is to stop, to pause. To go at one’s own pace and to stop again and again, to rest, to look, to recognize, to recover, to connect. Whenever you feel like it. Everywhere you feel like it. The goal is secondary. It will be achieved. Whether today or tomorrow or in a month, in a year or only on the last day: it does not matter. In the end we arrive and have felt, looked and recognized everything that was ready for us on the way. What wanted to give itself to us. We have united with everything. We have united ourselves with the path.
Today there are goals. And only goals. They must be achieved. In Time, At Time, immediately, to the highest possible degree. The way serves the goal. And since today’s goals have to be reached as quickly as possible, the road is a race track. Breaks are forbidden. The roads are defined. The speeds on them are high. Breaks only where there are signs. Otherwise there are threats. With the horn, with the light, with the word, with the fist. The defined break places are full of exhausted and exhausted people. The only thing they still perceive is their own neediness, the stream of the hunted chasing past them – which mercilessly calls them over again on the way to the goal – and their despair – but not consciously. All other places are marked with prohibitions. Private, no entry, no passing, no stopping, no parking. No resting. Today, you arrive at your destination and don’t know why you set off in the first place. The destination is everything, they say. But once we arrive at that destination, it’s empty and we don’t know why.