He traveled all day, leaving his equipment behind. He traveled all night, leaving the day behind. He traveled all the next day, leaving himself behind. He traveled all the next night, coming to a small village, entering the first building he saw, finding it unoccupied to his eyes but hearing voices, climbing a flight of stairs to a second level that was brightly lit but also empty, still hearing voices, walking through a door at back and coming into a room that was dark and close, with music that pleased him, wondering if this is what he had been hearing, meeting a woman who offered him a drink, turning to sit with her and instead seeing himself motionless in a chair, eyes closed, holding a box that contained his equipment. Two days on the road, and nothing had been obtained except for complete knowledge of himself.
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