Walking on the country roads near my house early yesterday.  It is nice walking the same paths each day or each week – we see the changes that the seasons bring, and the colours which follow those changes. The fields demonstrate a constant succession of decay and growth. However, we also see what does not change and how the path stretches out in front of us each day, not matter how many things have moved on.

We don’t receive wisdom;

we must discover it for ourselves after a journey

that no one can take for us, or spare us.

 Marcel Proust