For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.
I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that I believed in, and the only thing that believed in me.
Men are by nature wanderers...Every people has moved from somewhere, and had to learn the ways of the land from the people who were there before.
For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven’t forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nea...