Tradition. There's a plan afoot for a honeymoon. Can we stop the momentum even if we wanted to? We lay dreaming of sights and smells of somewhere big and faraway. Day in, day out, it is we who scheme with maps and websites of images that lure us in. We exclaim yes, yes, now is the time to let the wind hit our face as we settle into the boat and float gently along to witness the magic of life making its way in a place we haven't been.
History. What will it feel like to run our hands along the stone and lichen and moss, knowing it will be an indelible moment but only one of thousands of people who for the last eight hundred years have done the same thing? Will it realize how profound a moment it is?
Do you think hairline cracks forms in our sense of the world whenever we take ourselves to somewhere magnificent and real? Is it like being in space, where we can see our little blue marble in a whole new way, as vast and immeasurably interesting? It's hard to imagine but thrilling to know that these lovely day-dreams can come true.
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