I ordered my horse out of the stable. The servant didn’t understand me. I went into the stable myself, saddled my horse and mounted it. I heard a trumpet blowing in the distance and asked him what it meant. He knew nothing and had heard nothing. He stopped me at the gate and asked: “Where is the Lord riding to?” “I don’t know,” I said, “just away from here, just away from here. Always away from here, that’s the only way I can reach my destination.” “So you know your destination,” he asked. “Yes,” I replied, “I told you: ‘Away from here’ - that’s my goal.”
I ordered my horse out of the stable. The servant didn’t understand me. I went into the stable myself, saddled my horse and mounted it. I heard a trumpet blowing in the distance and asked him what it meant. He knew nothing and had heard nothing. He stopped me at the gate and asked: “Where is the Lord riding to?” “I don’t know,” I said, “just away from here, just away from here. Always away from here, that’s the only way I can reach my destination.” “So you know your destination,” he asked. “Yes,” I replied, “I told you: ‘Away from here’ - that’s my goal.”
Franz Kafka, 1920