“Values can’t predict the terrain ahead, but they can orient you in it.”
That line stopped me. My parents believe morality and hope only exist within a specific religion, but I’ve learned the compass of values works anywhere, across borders and beliefs. Slow travel has only reinforced that.
Whether I’m in a bustling city or a quiet village, it’s those values that steady me when the map changes. Your words put science to what I’ve felt for years - and I love how you make it both cerebral and deeply human.
Thank you! It means a lot to know that line landed with you. I love how you describe carrying a compass of values across cities, villages, and beliefs. I do the same though you may change landscapes more often than I do, which must give you even more horizons against which to test and steady yours.
And Thank you for your words about my writing. Science comes alive when it steps out of the walls of academia and meets what we feel in our bones. Otherwise, it’s just furniture - and for a while, I was part of that furniture myself before retiring :-).
I love that - “part of the furniture.” I think that’s why your writing hits so hard… you’ve clearly taken the furniture apart and rebuilt it into something people can actually sit in.
Slow travel gives me endless horizons to test my compass against, and a few rickety chairs along the way.
Yes, that's probably its best use for it: take the furniture apart, reimagine it, and make it something one can rest in and look out from :-). I love the image of your compass meeting rickety chairs along the way. Do you find that even shaky seats offer a view worth pausing for? When I travel in Morocco, my home of origin, it's often those that give me the very best view, with just the right slant!
“Values can’t predict the terrain ahead, but they can orient you in it.”
That line stopped me. My parents believe morality and hope only exist within a specific religion, but I’ve learned the compass of values works anywhere, across borders and beliefs. Slow travel has only reinforced that.
Whether I’m in a bustling city or a quiet village, it’s those values that steady me when the map changes. Your words put science to what I’ve felt for years - and I love how you make it both cerebral and deeply human.
Thank you! It means a lot to know that line landed with you. I love how you describe carrying a compass of values across cities, villages, and beliefs. I do the same though you may change landscapes more often than I do, which must give you even more horizons against which to test and steady yours.
And Thank you for your words about my writing. Science comes alive when it steps out of the walls of academia and meets what we feel in our bones. Otherwise, it’s just furniture - and for a while, I was part of that furniture myself before retiring :-).
I love that - “part of the furniture.” I think that’s why your writing hits so hard… you’ve clearly taken the furniture apart and rebuilt it into something people can actually sit in.
Slow travel gives me endless horizons to test my compass against, and a few rickety chairs along the way.
Yes, that's probably its best use for it: take the furniture apart, reimagine it, and make it something one can rest in and look out from :-). I love the image of your compass meeting rickety chairs along the way. Do you find that even shaky seats offer a view worth pausing for? When I travel in Morocco, my home of origin, it's often those that give me the very best view, with just the right slant!