Swallows are happier than sparrows. How do I know this? Well just look at them. Swallows spread their wings, fly high and fast, make a quick turn, pull their wings in and dive, then turn in the other direction. They ride the wind and glide, then pull up and flutter against all takers. A Sparrow takes off from the tree and flies to the other tree. Much better, you say? Point A to point B efficiently retrieving the quotient of insect protein awaiting on the branch. Come to think of it, I rarely see swallows reaching point B, and I’m darned if I know where point A was.
What if there is no point A or B? Just the flight? There would be no start or finish, just what is experienced in between. Fulfillment in the experience, not the fruition. A seeking, not a beginning and end.