We are much more like roads than cars, although during our busy lives we sometimes forget that. But when we’re still, we can remember. We may cut through woods and across farms, we may explore towns and cities, we may travel widely and see great wonders, but as we push through the world in time and space, we see that we are the road itself, not merely driving along it. We are what we have created, carved through rock, crossing bridges, boring tunnels through the mountains, and hugging the rugged coasts of the sea. We are the adventure itself. When we have so much time on our hands, space opens up and we see how vast and limitless we are. Our physical experience is often tightly bound up in the limited concepts of time and space. When we untie ourselves from those two ribbons, time and space, we realize that we are them, we are not constrained by them. Space is our experience and time is our consciousness of it. We can grow and accomplish and enjoy even without physical movement in the outer world. The road is in us—it is us.