Silence as a destination

We talk about places as if they had names: Kyoto, Bhutan, the Sahara. But the most accurate name for many of our journeys is silence. You go to a country, and what you actually arrive at, if you arrive at all, is a quietness inside yourself. The Japanese countryside is one of the easiest gateways to that destination, but the gateway is not the place. The place is something you carry, after.