Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. of course I dream, I tell her. everybody dreams. but what do you dream about? she’ll ask. the same thing everybody dreams about, I tell her. I dream about where I’m going. she always laughs at that. but you’re not going anywhere - you’re just wandering about. that’s not true, not any more. I have a new destination. my journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. it’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I’m going. where I’ve always been going.