I have no sense of direction. I know the sun sets in the west, and I can locate the North Star by following the Big Dipper. But going from Point A to an unknown Point B by myself usually involves drifting, unplanned side trips and lots of frustration. If you find a trail of skittles, please come and get me.
And I am willing to come to you now, my dear,
As a pigeon lets itself off from a cathedral dome
To be lost in the haze of the sky, I would like to come,
And be lost out of sight with you, and be gone like foam.
Poem by D.H. Lawrence, Elegy
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