Here is why rushing from place to place -- from thought to thought -- is the same as going nowhere at all: in one's constant haste to reach the end of some self-spun story -- where he dreams he will, at last, claim the peace he imagines awaits him there -- he runs right by the truth he must see... that is, if he wishes to be set free: there is no story he can tell himself that doesn't develop, and then envelop him in the painful illusion that he can dream his way out of his own suffering.