I often have the same thought landing and walking somewhere new: all my life this has gone on here. Waves have rolled onto this coast; the wind has whipped against these trees; families have driven up this dirt road and camped here, right on this beach where I dig my toes into the sand. And I knew nothing, if anything, about its existence. I had no clue that the clouds patterned in this way, or the water made that sound across the sand and shells, and yet it went right along without me. Is that why I strive endlessly to see every bend in the road, every corner of the map? To have a mental picture of all that goes in this gigantic world. What a fool’s errand. What a delightful pursuit.