“The mind is committed to the life of a wanderer amidst whatever it can represent to itself; it is not permitted to rest even within the narrowest limits it may circumscribe for itself... From the time reality has begun to sink into us in wonder, we can begin to realize that our minds are committed to wander. That is, in our discursive thought we are imbued with the condition of exile, which involves some measure of sensitivity to our homelessness. We can busy ourselves with an attempt to deny this condition, to represent to ourselves some features of our situation as unconditional and some procedures as guaranteed to fit it. Or we can open ourselves to the meaning of a life in the wilderness and be patient of being overtaken in our wandering by that which can make us at home in this condition.”

—	Henry Bugbee, The Inward Morning