Western Norway-Hardangerfjord

“We shall not cease from exploration, / and the end of all our exploring / will be to arrive where we started / and know the place for the first time.”
— T. S. Eliot, The Wasteland

"We shall not cease from exploration..." — T. S. Eliot

Norway is Alaska with Balls!

These are words that at 20 years, the Old Age of Youth, I could only accept on blind faith; having no travel or life experience yet to prove them true.

Home, in fact, was/is a place you want to leave ASAP, and set out on a new course.

There is something innately human about exploring. The need to break free and sail away is, in fact, ancient, enduring and incessant.

Voyages trigger a concept called psychological distance: Something about the experience of leaving your place creates a shock and awe, a pathway into a new perspective that floods the brain with ideas.

Neurons that wire together fire together. Now that I have my dreamer-pilots license, I am sure I'll be "flying" again.

For me, this shift in perspective starts as soon as I'm on a cruise ship. Ships are weirdly the most lucid part of my life. Every cruise I take somehow changes my life in some way. Norway has done it again.

"The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea." – Karen Blixen