“Many people cannot refrain from picking up stones of a slightly unusual color or shape and keeping them, …. without knowing why they do. It is as if the stone held a mystery in it that fascinates them." --Jung

Have you ever seen a fly buzzing around on a ceiling?
Why does it always choose to fly in the middle of the room, beneath an absent chandelier? And who dictates this tireless, spasmodic flight, the domestic version of molecular motion? Flies have no understanding of corners. What a mystery! They also have no notion of infinity. They always cover the same tiny space, following haphazard, secretly depolarized trajectory. They seem also quite ignorant of the notion of equilibrium: they don’t seem bothered for several hours of uninterrupted flight in which they amuse themselves with the game of passing through all the points in space: they always know where they have landed and are always ready to set off again. All these senseless movements and circumvoluations seem to have nothing whatever to do with the problems of energy. Unless they draw their energy from repetition itself, from the scrumptious charting of empty insect space, the angular, Lilliputian, Brownian space of the insect...

“A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving” Lao Tzu