In motorcycling, the parts you can see are really meaningless compared to the parts that make one who they truly are. And perhaps the same can be said in life, of every living being.
Today I feel as disjointed as I've ever felt. The only thing I know, right now, is that motorcycling can put together the broken pieces I become at times. I'm looking forward to leaving in a couple of days to eat up some miles, follow the lines, and find what is real in the landscape and within my heart and helmet.
I am grateful for this life, just feeling a bit lost. . .
God help the woman who does not love her sisters, for she will know great loneliness.