The routes we choose - the arbitrary numbers and convoluted squiggles we continually add to our collective maps... A personal polygraph whose tracings speak our played out passions and our lived for dreams.
Our paths find bridges and crossroads, transcend borders. Through deserts and over mountain passes - the endless crossed contours become the topography of our souls.
Weave a balance with flow, for when driver becomes passenger and passenger driver.
Coalescence through continued convergence...
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