Not so many years ago there was no simpler or more intelligible notion than that of going on a journey. Travel - movement through space - provided the universal metaphor for change. One of the subtle confusions - perhaps one of the secret terrors - of modern life is that we have lost this refuge. No longer do we move through space as we once did.
We read advertisements to discover and enlarge our desires. We are always ready - even eager -- to discover, from the announcement of a new product, what we have all along wanted without really knowing it.
As individuals and as a nation, we now suffer from social narcissism. The beloved Echo of our ancestors, the virgin America, has been abandoned. We have fallen in love with our own image, with images of our making, which turn out to be images of ourselves.