At the age of six, my father taught me to cross the road that went in front of our house. Little did I know then that there were so many roads, so much traffic, so many city block angles, and other things that would tax my hearing, power of discovery, and my wits.
It is many years later. I am still crossing roads, both literally and figuratively. I have learned two things. Not all roads are alike and one needs all their skills to figure out how to cross all kinds of roads when one is blind. Come to think of it, ultimate discovery starts at one side of the gap of knowledge and one has to figure out how to get to the other side. This episode, however, is only a story about physical roads. I’ll leave the discussion of metaphysical roads for another time.
Enjoy my travels. I certainly have.