Everyone parts with everything, eventually. The only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible. We travel to search for meaning, beyond our daily lives, our usual selves. Why do you travel? Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? by William Shakespeare Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. One does not know what truth is. But when one comes across it, a few things become clear: that whatever he has believed up to now was not truth, because it has not given him this depth in the eyes, this silence in his presence, this authority in his words... We are here to read these words from all these wise men and women who will tell us that we are here for different reasons and the same reason.