At home I can uphold the illusion of final control. I can impress upon my mind the absurd idea that I, this infinitesimally small speck of consciousness, can control the universe. Travel invites me to befriend a stranger: uncertainty. The gift pilgrimage bestows upon the pilgrim is knowing that he is not in control. This in turn creates room for growth in trust beyond oneself.
In travel I am given the chance to befriend uncertainty.