In the way
The way (road) is understandable when you are in movement. When a man stops on the road, remembers only bits of thought from his way, he is missing something, until he is moving again. The road is all we have and as long as we’re on the way, we are still alive, the goals to which we aspire are only stops, and if it’s not, the way becomes the end goal. World seen behind car windshield is peaceful, because usually is slower than we in a car. On the way we are closed in crust machines, and simultaneously we are so close to each other.