It seems that the more places I see and experience, the bigger I realize the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realize how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn.
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you.
The journey is part of the experience — an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent. One doesn’t take the A train to Mecca.
Interesting article in the New York Times yesterday reviewing the latest scientific evidence that concludes sexuality is genetic. Money quote:
Desire between the sexes is not a matter of choice. Straight men, it seems, have neural circuits that prompt them to seek out women; gay men have those prompting them to seek other men. Women’s brains may be organized to select men who seem likely to provide for them and their children. The deal is sealed with other neural programs that induce a burst of romantic love, followed by long-term attachment.
Not that it should matter, of course. Even if one’s sexuality was chosen it would still be an intimate and important aspect of one’s life – like religion, say – worthy of constitutional protection. But it does answer conservatives who argue that homosexuality is a “lifestyle”.