A world which increasingly consists of destinations without journeys between them,
a world which values only "getting somewhere" as fast as possible,
becomes a world without substance. One can get anywhere and everywhere,
and yet the more this is possible, the less is anywhere and everywhere worth getting to.
For points of arrival are too abstact, too Euclidean to be enjoyed,
and it is all very much like eating the precise ends of a banana without getting what lies in between.
The point, therefore, of these arts is the doing of them rather than the accomplishments.
But, more than this, the real joy of them lies in what turns up unintentionally in the course of practice,
just as the joy of travel is not nearly so much in getting where one wants to go
as in the unsought surprises which occur on the journey.