I traveled alone: the steady dynamism of the desert and its life reminded that there is no single way of seeing things, even though sometimes it feels like it. There is no dogmatic, this-is-how-my-life-is-supposed-to-be, or this-is-how-it-is, or this-is-how-I-ought-to-be right or wrong construct. At least none that have served me well. The trip back home felt like a loop, a blink. Far from the arrival of familiarity and almost without destination. 2,500 miles.