I met Manny last night — the first time we have really sat down together since our return to the States. After 30 days of intense travel, having shared the floor of the experience, as it were, as well as visited the sky, it was an easy hour which stretched to two, speaking about nothing much.

But the current which flows under words makes the words redundant, or perhaps they are a small harmony in a greater music, so what is shared and what was shared is finer than the inaccurate sounds we make around this topic or that topic. To share the experience of anything with anyone means that you each carry those days within you, a living memory which is reactivated when you meet, whenever you meet.

So while we chatted about the trivialities of our lives, about loves and houses and work and the cost of meals, what was said behind the words, was a mantric yes… yes… yes.

All that existed, all that exists, because you were there, because I was there. And the travel continues with an arrow's arc toward the future, coming to ground — who knows where?