Latin.
Hymen op tera.

Anyway.
I was just thinking of home. I often do. Like a fish might think of trees or a dog may think of lake bottoms.

What I was thinking is how the leaving of something, purposefully, or not....it creates a charge. An electrical emotional elemental energetic charge. It is something that grow and evolves and deepens and widens with time and with thought.

Seasons take on importance and tastes take on epic dimensions.

To the wanderer, to the adventurer, to the prodigal child, home becomes something it can never be to the ones who can not or will not or could not unembrace the familiar.

On another plane, this is a most beautiful expression of ego, of universal substance channelled through the individual.
And being the channelled and the universal substance both, I am grateful that I was chosen to express that charge.
I was made to particularly handle the stresses of the hunt, of the nomad, of the foreigner.

The first time I went away to summer camp, at about 7 years old, there was a girl experiencing "homesickness" I spent some time trying to understand this strange phenomenon. I now know it happens, but I cannot fathom it's flavour.

Another life perhaps.

HYMEN OP TERRA
HONEY

Hmmmmm.

There's a thought.