You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge.

Sometimes we can’t see what’s right in front of us, because it’s behind us, and we’re looking in a mirror.

The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths — but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.

If you are not moving forward, you are moving backward.

You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes much sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge. And if you project forward from that pattern, then sometimes you can come up with something.

No vayas a donde el camino te puede conducir, ve a un lugar donde no haya camino y deja un rastro. ANÓNIMO

You can not travel the path until you have become the path itself

Well, perhaps the path appears straight when we look back at it. On the way, we often feel lost.

If you can find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn’t lead anywhere.

there is direction but there is no destination

Do not follow where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and make a trail.

The faster we travel, the less there is to see.

In the first place you can't see anything from a car; you've got to get out of the goddamned contraption and walk, better yet crawl, on hands and knees, over the sandstone and through the thornbush and cactus. When traces of blood begin to mark your trail you'll begin to see something, maybe. Probably not.