Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. “Of 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 anymore. 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.