“Thinking – what an unsettling thought! - it is just electricity.” What I mean is … “Here is where the home of thought is really.” Home can’t just be where we happen to be can it?
Home. I am somewhere, in fact here; all else is elsewhere. But were I elsewhere, the same here for here for here would be somewhere else. This – the present – here, would be gone. Here is home. But were I in this elsewhere, with time, that would be home. This place, this here, which is here, would be abroad. Just as when I return to my origins. I go back to where I grew up; and find that the place where I grew up, that it too is now abroad; that the home which it once represented is gone and exists only in vague memory.
Tags: Home, Origination
