Not all who wander are lost!” wrote J. R. R. Tolkien.
Yet, society urges folks to settle down, stay put, and fit in. The gray clouds
drifting across the Veracruz sky above me look truly majestic, but drifters are
gazed upon less fondly down here. When did humanity’s shift from hunting to
planting become a moral imperative? I often feel more compelled to hunt for
meaning than plant myself on the turf.
