My body, now close to fifty years of age, has become an old tree that bears bitter peaches, a snail which has lost its shell, a bagworm separated from its bag; it drifts with the winds and clouds that know no destination. Morning and night I have eaten traveler's fare, and have held out for alms a pilgrim's wallet.
My old man never liked me. He gave me my allowance in traveler's checks.rodney dangerfield
Boredom lies only with the traveler's limited perception and his failure to explore deeply enough. After a while, I found my perception limited.