Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.

What we think, we become.

Everyone has oceans to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?

Do not despair, for the tavern door is always open.

The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.

Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.