My reluctance to travel has much to do with the need to remain king of my empire. To remain relevant in the universe. I temper that egoistic streak by reading National Geographic. I have yet to come across an issue that has not left me thinking… God, I’m small.
However, to really gain perspective on the minisculity of one’s life, surely it is traveling to another country that is tops.
In Malaysia I discovered an entire race (actually three) that have made Islam a religion of life and happiness, prosperity and peace. And they did it all without me.
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