You can never leave the RV until you realize you've allowed thought to be your circus master.

You may not remember when you were free, but you don’t need memories. If you’ve been there, then in a timeless way you can always go there, and are always there. When time evaporates, there can be no fear. Future and fear drink lots of whiskey with each other.

Trust me... not many valid judgments can be made from the temporal perspective of peering out a dirty windshield.