Home is where the heart is, but it is not where we discover what the world is about.
All reality exists in the streets, behind the shadows of a passerby.
What is artificial is the parochial nature of home.
We are blind to what we can’t see, organizing our periphery to notice and absorb what is under our control.
What remains ensconced remains enclosed, behind a wall of shallowness. People often make the mistake of accepting the reality of the world presented.
We flinch at what we don’t know. Little do we know, that discomfort leads us to the other side.
When we strive to get outside the bubble, we may come out changed.