AN INTERST RITE OF PAS


Sarasota to EMU 1,218 Miles. 9 Days. Alone.


by Kody Klein


“We are so lost in the commerce of our lives that we do not know that the invitation we are turning down is to the banquet of life itself.”


—Bruce Sanguin Darwin, Divinity, and the Dance of the Cosmos


and starry, ever-dreaming nights faded into a scat ered nebula of nostalgic memory. I’m 22. I’m not old enough to be wise, but wise


I 26 Eastern | SPRING 2013


enough to know my days are numbered. With that has come a constant nagging to make the absolute most of the precious few days I have; a challenge to sponge up as much beautiful life and soul-searching truth as I possibly


don’t remember when it happened, but at some vague point of maturation I became aware my childhood had ended. T ereaſt er, the carelessly contented whimsy of sunny, never-ending days


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