Waldo’s passion for travel should inspire us in the journey towards our goals, and we should toast to his unending travels as we toast to the infiniteness of our dreams and our desire to live them. But to think that finding him on a page means that we know where Waldo is is like saying that happiness is defined by those societal milestones, and never has a falser statement been declared. Perhaps we should have a little more faith in Waldo. Perhaps we should look for him in trust that he is happy wherever he is, because it doesn’t matter where he is – so long as we keep looking. And perhaps we should be happy wherever we are, even as we chase our dreams and aspirations.
For, the sense of being which in calm hours rises, we know not how, in the soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them and proceeds obviously from the same source whence their life and being also proceed. We first share the life by which things exist and afterwards see them as appearances in nature and forget that we have shared their cause. Here is the fountain of action and of thought. Here are the lungs of that inspiration which giveth man wisdom. . . . We lie in the lap of immense intelligence. .