… The journey never ends.
Only travelers end. And they may be prolonged in memory, in memory, in the narrative. When the traveler is sitting on beach sand and said: “There is more to see,” he knew that was not true.
You have to see what has not been seen, see again what we have already seen, in the spring to see what we have seen in the summer, to see by day that you saw at night, with the sun, where the first time it rained, see the green harvest, the ripe fruit, the stone that has changed places, the shadow that was not there. We must retrace steps already given, to repeat, and draw alongside new paths.
We have to start the journey. Always. (Jose Saramago)