Better they bravely become humble. America is a land of wanderers, founded by wanderers. The archetype of the wanderer is a strong one here. We are always looking for a home. There is a sense in so many people that this is not their home.
Home is somewhere out there.
The stars call to us. Over the hills, around the next corner, the next lover. This sense of being a wanderer is a source of so much hope, so much sorrow. The wanderer, the stranger, used to be treated with respect, awe. Today we are all just bums looking for a handout, a hitch to the next bardo.