Near Inception

In time and its constant hesitant approach, I wait impatiently. I conceive a pilgrimage. I cultivate the exploration of a continent (and the mind and the spirit and all that virgin expanse between).

South Carolina. You home and extreme, intersection of ocean/continent, foot and toe of America, having taken me in, profoundly sculpted my form and intention...awakened me to the insatiable endeavoring curiosity, the exploratory consciousness - now you've had your effect and fulfilled all potential and so I leave you, o surrogate mother, with eyes now focused and stretched to that farthest fingertip of America.

Alaska! the great haven - Her heights open and warm in the perpetual sun. I go before the great night falls and the door is shut. I again become the personal pioneer evading the resident's imminent stagnation. I go to the continental spine with tires along the rippling back of the West.

At the turn of the calender page the Thousands-Mile Trek begins with face to the setting sun, I chase holy unification!