It isn’t about the idea of something, it’s about the truth of it. You must throw away your hopes and dreams, your lists and goals and all the pretty things you’d hope to buy along the way. You mustn’t plan to tell a soul you’ve been there, but rather tell all of its existence. You must tell the truth of it in every little detail. The way the sun shone across the open prairie and just how the air tasted in the pines. The way the ground felt beneath your bare feet and the night stars told you stories while you slept. The way the ocean roared in protest, waning as the morning calm came on. Spare them not one single element; not a hue of color, not a drop of rain. But you must not tell them how you felt – for that is the story of you, and they will have their own tale for themselves someday, too. Rather, you will tell the story of the land, and in this, you will be a true explorer.