Due north’ on my compass is largely ‘due’ to the fact that in ‘due’ time I have been ‘unduly’ lax in recalibrating my compass. And I’m apparently ignorant enough to wonder why I’m lost.

It is the fool who declares ‘I am ascending the summit,’ while he’s toddling around in the ditch.

Being lost without grasping the rather obvious fact that we are lost is by far the best guarantee we have that we’re going to stay lost.

Could it be that we lost something because had we not lost it, we would have lost ourselves?

The reason my life has wandered to nowhere is likely due to the fact that the focus of the moment has dictated the destination of my life, when the destination of my life should have been dictating the focus of the moment.

Things that are truly great need nothing from me, and to somehow think that they do speaks to my utter lack of greatness.