The spirit of man is nomad, his blood bedouin, and love is the aboriginal tracker on the faded desert spoor of his lost self; and so I came to live my life not by conscious plan or prearranged design but as someone following the flight of a bird.
Laurens van der Post
Thanks to Lynne Merchant for sending this along. I was not even aware of the author but he cut a definite swath.
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