Traveling, William Zinsser believes, connects oneself to immense historical, social, and cultural currents:
In Shanghai I was connected to the ancient power of music to bridge the widest kind of cultural gulf: West and East, African and Asian, oral and written. In Venice I was connected to chants that had been played and sung in the liturgy of St. Mark’s since it opened in 1067. . . . Watching a camel caravan materialize out of the desert carrying salt to Timbuktu, I was connected to all the caravans that ever crossed the Sahara. Watching the French explorer Eric de Bisschop sail away from Tahiti on a small bamboo raft bound for Chile, I was connected to all sailors since the earliest Polynesians who have set out across the Pacific. Climbing to Robert Louis Stevenson’s grave on a mountaintop in Samoa, watching an old Balinese drummer teach a temple dance to a five-year-old girl by placing her feet on his feet, meeting a Vietnamese poet in Hanoi who showed me a poem of healing reconciliation that he had written and left at the Vietnam Memorial in Washington, I was moved by mystical bonds and continuities that I could only have felt by leaving home and putting myself in their path. Such moments have caught me by surprise with their beauty and their grace and have stayed with me ever since. (Quoted from “The Road to Timbuktu: Why I Travel,” by William Zinsser. The American Scholar, Winter, 1997. p. 119.)
For a brief biography of William Zinsser, click here.
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