These days I understand my father. A man needs to travel. By his own means, not through stories, images, books or television. He needs to travel for himself, with his own eyes and on his own feet, to understand what is his. So that he might someday plant his own trees and value them. He must know cold in order to enjoy heat. And vice versa. He must experience distance and homelessness in order to feel at home under his roof. A man needs to travel to places he does not know; he must lose the arrogance that cause him to see the world as he imagines it, rather than simply as it is, or as it can be; the arrogance that turns us into professors and doctors of what we have not seen, when we should be students who simply go and see. Jacques Custeau, an admirable man, commenting on the success of his first major film, said, “It is no use, it will do no good; you must go see.” Il faut aller voir. The pure truth is that the world on television may be beautiful, but it has little useful purpose. You must question what you have learned. You must go and touch it.
— Endless Sea, Amyr Klimk