As in “To what place?”  Is there a destination or do I simply travel for the rest of my life?

Listen to Tolkien’s thoughts:

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the Road has gone
And I must follow, if I can
Pursuing it with weary feet
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet
And whither then?  I cannot say

J.R.R. Tolkien
The Lord of the Rings:
The Fellowship of the Ring

Perhaps my future wanderings are of the heart and mind rather than country.  I truly don’t know the way.  And the smile now appearing says that’s okay.  Maybe the road ahead peters out and I’ll stumble across a field of rock … or stroll over a lawn of green.

Mystery – there’s another good word. 

“Something that baffles our understanding and cannot be explained”

Yes, the mystery surrounds me.  Take yesterday, for instance.  In our Evolutionary Collective Zoom calls, we sometimes are paired up with one person for 30 minutes, and sometimes with two people for 15 minutes each.  And here comes the unknown …

Almost always, when it’s 15 and 15, I get to the end of the second practice and I can’t remember who I practiced with the first time.  Oi!

So what incomprehensible journey does this represent?  Early onset something-or-other?  (I doubt it)  Not caring about the first human being?  (No!)  Being carried on the winds of time?  (Maybe)

The path is long.  Ten years ago, I was fanatic about playing golf and watching it on TV.  And now … it means nothing to me.  So how about ten years from now?  What vivid new thing will have brightened my soul by then?  I don’t know … and of course I don’t know.  It hasn’t showed up yet!

Okay, I’ll guess.  Some outrageous future.  Not an augmentation of a past joy.  Something new!

Hmm …

I will design clothes