In the romance of living,
the great spirit's sweet song rings clearest in the clean light of travel.
We move, we shed the senseless trappings of sedentary being.
Every day brings us closer,
the conspiracy of the universe's great gentle joke for mankind is such
that we will all find our punchline
the horizon's edge.
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