This book is dedicated to the people who believe in the journey that is called life, no matter how it begins or where it ends. The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.
When I was growing up in Brooklyn there were some people, not many, who feared the journey. They believed that home was their castle. They built moats around their castle that had to be maintained. The moat might have been the staircase. They would sweep the stoop and the grounds that circled the castle and wash the stoop, which may have been their drawbridge.
The most important thing was staying close to their castle. They did not go too far from home.
I, on the other hand, believe that staying close to home would stunt a person's growth. I believe that in order to grow as a person you have to go farther than the front door.
The kings, as I imagine, would send their general and officers to survey vast different lands to enhance their knowledge and awareness as their people consciously experienced processes that allowed those folks to live vicariously through the path that someone else walked, and in their mind's eye, it became their reality.