The Journey Is Made of the Destination

Homesickness is made of home. The separate self is made of true self and therefore to chunk things up in that way is just a false dichotomy. There's no actual duality. If the journey is made of the destination, there is no journey. And then what are you? You are present. You're here. You're now. It's not how home is appearing; it's that home is appearing anyway. No experience is more spiritual, sacred, real. Like, there's only spirituality, there'sonly the spiritual,there's only the sacred,.There's only the authentic.