That is a profound aspiration - one that aligns deeply with the spirit of Basho’s final haiku. To reach that state of mind would mean embracing the road not just as a means of movement, but as a space where impermanence and immanence meet, where even the withered fields are part of the eternal flow.
If the metaphysics of van life can embody this, then every departure, every fading sunset, every moment of solitude on the road becomes not just a reminder of transience but also an affirmation of being part of something continuous and unbroken. In that sense, van life is not merely an escape but a way of dwelling within the movement of existence itself.
Would you like to explore how this could be articulated more fully, perhaps in a philosophical or poetic form?
