mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
ché
la diritta via era smarrita.
If we tell ourselves we’re on a journey, and have lost our
way, we’ll never find it. Because we
are not on a journey. We keep returning
to the same places, but never stay long because they’re not our journey's end,
our home. We no longer have a home as other animals do. We’re wanderers,
and will remain so unless and until we find a new way to live with each other.
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