The Point Is There Ain't No Point.

Your Heart's Desire Is To Be Told Some Mystery. The Mystery Is That There Is No Mystery.

On This Road There Are No Godspoke Men. They Are Gone And I Am Left And They Have Taken With Them The World.

They Sat On A Bench And Sproule Held His Wounded Arm To His Chest And Rocked Back And Forth And Blinked In The Sun. What Do You Want To Do? Said The Kid. Get A Drink Of Water. Other Than That. I Dont Know. You Want To Try And Head Back? To Texas? I Don't Know Where Else. We'd Never Make It. Well You Say. I Aint Got No Say. He Was Coughing Again. He Held His Chest With His Good Hand And Sat As If He'd Get His Breath. What Have You Got, A Cold? I Got Consumption. Consumption? He Nodded. I Come Out Here For My Health.

What Would You Do If I Died? If You Died I Would Want To Die Too. So You Could Be With Me? Yes. So I Could Be With You. Okay.

For Things At A Common Destination There Is A Common Path. Not Always Easy To See. But There.