But why had he always felt so strongly the magnetic pull of home, why had he thought so much about it and remembered it with such blazing accuracy,
if it did not matter, and if this little town, and the immortal hills around it, was not the only home he had on earth? He did not know.
All that he knew was that the years flow by like water, and that one day men come home again.
~Thomas Wolfe, You Can’t Go Home Again