O someone setting out on a distant voyage, why don't I miss you the way other people do after you've vanished from sight? Because, when I don't see you, you cease to exist. And if I feel nostalgia for what doesn't exist, the feeling is in relationship to nothing. It's not the person but our own selves that we miss.

I'm not in a hurry.
In a hurry for what ?
The sun and moon aren't in a hurry;
they're right.
To hurry is to suppose we can overtake 
our legs or leap over our shadow.
No, I'm not in a hurry.
If I stretch out my arm,
I'll reach exactly as far as my arm 
reaches and not half an cm farther.
I touch where my finger touches, not where
I think.
I can only sit down where I am.
This sounds ridiculous,
like all absolutely truths, but what's really
ridiculous is how we're always thinking
of something else.
And we're always outside it,
because we're here...

I'm not in a hurry...
Or ?