Clara sometimes asks me if I dream.
"Course I dream," I tell her.
"Everybody dreams."
"But what do you dream about?" she'll ask.
"The same thing everybody dreams about," I tell her.
"I dream about where I'm going."
She always laughs at that.
"But you're not going anywhere - you're just wandering about."
That's not true. Not any more.I have a new destination.My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's.It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes,but at last I know where I'm going,where I've always been going.Home...the long way round.