Destination v Journey
An English writer, Frederick Forsyth, now in his eighties, believed that a writer was two people; each mutually exclusive to the other; that one person had existential and intellectual intercourse with the realities of life and of other people while the other person existed in dreams, imagination, and creative geoforming of one's self. He held that the second of the two was "the outsider" ... and, the writer
Forever Try/ Emptiness
This narrow path beneath my feet
Has led through meadow, shaded rest,
Graveled stream and years of emptiness.
Strong arms and legs and mind compete
To climb the mountain, meet the test,
Relieve the soul of crushing emptiness.
The trail descends through summit's heat
From wind swept ridge and mountain crest
Into valley filled with emptiness.
Is forty years too long to keep
Alive the soul within the breast
In search of...............Emptiness.