a man has no destination at the end of the road

“You realize that a man can take a train and never reach his destination, that a man has no destination at the end of the road, but that he merely has a starting point on the road—which is Home. You see it all, this epic of mankind, before your eyes; it is a limpid and awful truth, it has a naked and beautiful reality. You are now a man, little madman.” ― Jack Kerouac, Atop An Underwood: Early Stories And Other Writings