O calatorie spre eternitate

Ar fi fost atat de simplu sa nu avem vreodata habar ca pe 8 februarie 1808 s-a nascut in Nantes un baietel pe nume Jules Verne. Tatal lui era avocat, iar fiul n-a avut de ales, a urmat Dreptul si ar fi trebuit sa devina si el avocat. S-a apucat insa cu sarg sa scrie. De toate, chiar si piese de teatru! Nimic, nimeni nu-l voia publicat… Pana la 5 Saptamani in Balon. Restul e istorie aflata in biblioteca noastra, carte cu carte. Si da, nu e chiar adevarat ca n-a calatorit deloc… Dar calatoriile lui extraordinare din varful creionului nu sunt intrecute decat de realitatea viitoare! De exemplu – atunci cand americanii au plecat spre Luna – asa cum anticipase Verne cu o suta de ani mai devreme, au ales Florida ca punct de plecare – asa cum calculase Verne, cu o suta de ani mai devreme! Iar distanta de la Stone Hill – locul ales de Jules Verne, pana la Merrit Island – locul ales de americani – este de doar 139 de mile!Nu stiu om sa nu fi citit cartile lui Jules Verne. Poate de asta azi este al doilea cel mai publicat autor al lumii.

Published by Travel Man

The moment I reinvented myself, these were the words that seemed to fit-Travel Man. To see and feel became more important than to have and use. And then I started my journey. Me and my camera. And what I discovered I shared with others, in my own words. And I like to think that because of my journey,someone somewhere discovered the world,walking on my path. And if that really happened, it is the greatest reward for the efforts and adventures of my travels. At the end of the road, the only thing you still carry with you on the Greatest Journey is just... your memories. To gather stuff, to buy houses, cars,refrigerators, to indulge yourself with an extra pair of shoes, beside the other 6 you already have, to get another bank loan, to build another pool.... Such human actions, simple, routine, normal. So earthbound. And so farther from the sky. Because, let's be honest, how many of us, busy and head down tracing the worldly goods, remember to look up to the sky, watching in awe a murmuration of starlings, listening to the perfect whistle of the blackbird, how many of us still feel the thrill of a sea gull's cry, how many still bow when admiring a colony of penguins hatching their eggs at -50 C? We cannot but bow before nature and, as small creatures that we ourselves are, learn from fellow creatures, feathered, furred, with claws or fangs. We should better stay afar and watch, we should not bend nature to fit our modest dimensions. We should better watch and learn and respect their space, we should admire nature's wonders and do that today. Not tomorrow. Because tomorrow might already be too late. For them, but most of all for us. The only form of movement is the journey.

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