So far, on my journey I had learned scrupulously to resist traveling as though to a destination. My entire philosophy depended on making the journey for its own sake, and rooting out expectations about the future. Traveling in this way, day by day, hour by hour, trying always to be aware of what was present and to hand, was what made the experience so richly rewarding. To travel with one's mind on some future event is futile and debilitating. Where concentration is needed to stay alive, it could also be disastrous.
