making a change in direction

one of the issues with navigation in uncharted territories is making sure i know where i came from. as long as i can recognize from whence i came and the methods by which, manner, and way i came, i am never lost.

the brilliant thing about never being lost and the satisfaction of knowing a way back is the power of fearlessness of the unknown. this differs substantially from another take on 'being lost', that is the not knowing where i am going. not knowing where i am going can be frought with terrors and bugaboos and things that go bump and daemons and things that bite... but only when i can't see where i came from.

therefore, i hereby postulate:
being lost never has anything to do with not knowing where i am going. being lost... can only be accomplished by losing where i've been.

in a sense then, i become a cartographer of my own life. this is perhaps one reason for art and writing and things of creation for me. to create signposts for myself, of myself, by myself so that i can always remember what that thing was (whatever it was).

anyway... that's not the point i wanted to make at all.

what i want to get on about is travelling through/into/onto the unknown and finding that.. eh... not so great a place, and changing directions without going backwards.

(more to come)