Here at the beginning of the New Year, I have resolved to quit the journey. What journey is that, you may ask. Judging by the language I both use and hear, it is the linear journey of life. Day by day, I wish people well on their journeys, as they wish me well on mine. Sometimes we offer to go with one another at least part of the way. When this is not possible we offer each other provisions for the journey—a book, a pocket cross, a mantra—without ever speaking of where, exactly, we think we are going. In some locutions, the destination is heaven. In others, it is arrival at the right job, the right relationship, the right sense of contentment and peace.