In the breath before an answer,
in the space between steps,
there lies the essence of wandering.
No map can trace the heart’s journey,
no compass needle can point true north.
It is the pulse of the unknown
that truly drives the quest—
neither seeking its end,
nor the beginning, but simply to be.
The questions of \"why\" and \"where\"
dissolve in the distant horizons
leaving only the hushed tones of \"now.\"