It is a shop-worn cliché that life is about the journey, not the destination. My only reasonable reply can be: Well, duh. Obviously, when one’s destination is death and likely annihilation one would do well to pace oneself, putting it off as long as possible. Unless one is other-world focused there is no good reason to rush the journey. (I would submit that other-world focused folks be cautious about building their kingdoms in the sky. It’s an ancient notion and there is yet no evidence of foundations laid.) The journey is not the search for a secure place to lay one’s head, but the search for something worth searching for. It is a plight, it seems, that has only increased in intensity as: a.) I have grown older, and b.) the species has evolved, and quite possibly, c.) science and modernity have replaced religion and myth.