A traveler enters the world into which he travels, but a tourist brings his own world with him and never sees the one he's in.
When I was young and bold and strong, The right was right, the wrong was wrong. With plume on high and flag unfurled, I rode away to right the world. But now I’m old - and good and bad, Are woven in a crazy plaid. I sit and say the world is so, And wise is s
he who lets it go.