Travel is not just physical movement from one place to another; Transition is a time that occurs in stillness and silence. Siri in yourself, from yourself, with yourself and to yourself. Like grape seeds that spin from a tree, they are compressed, retained, and transformed.
The journey begins with the “body”, continues with the “soul”, leads to the “exit” with the desire to see, leads to the “migration” with the desire for transformation, creates the “disappearance” in oneself and the world, and behind it ” It is boring to find.
Finally, the last journey is the journey of “death”. We humbly and sadly bow down to it.