Strictly speaking, we are all en route to elsewhere. A long journey to nothingness. But as we traverse this path grounded by the weight of life upon our shoulders, we dream of the luring routes still not taken. Each and every bird, each and every road, each and every track, each and every wave invite onto the trail of urge. Urge to be elsewhere, over the mountain, under the rainbow, over the horizon, moves irresistibly to cross frontiers, sail seas, jump horizons, climb peaks, fly into clouds, leave safety of the cradle and set off in eternal search of a cup of gold. If capacity to plan is the cornerstone of rationalism, the urge to be elsewhere has moved man from the vast plains of Africa over the globe, from the steppes beyond the Ural toward Atlantic and Adriatic, from Atlantic to Pacific, across the continents, oceans and finally toward the stars. If logical analysis helps distinguish man from animal, it is the urge to be elsewhere which makes us uniquely human. The urge to be elsewhere - the stuff dreams are made of...
