Initially, what she wanted to find was a seer, an oracle or a prophetess who could impart to her teachings of truth. For that reason she traveled to where she thought this person could be.
But in the course of the journey, she realized that what she was searching for was not someone to TELL her the truth, but the truth itself.
There comes a point when we can eat no more because our bodies simply must have time to digest what we have taken in.
So it is with knowledge, or what passes for knowledge, or facts, or "news," -- there comes a point when we must stop ingesting and take time to review and ponder over, analyze and question, think upon and contemplate what we have taken in.
Often, we want everything to match, to look the same, to be part of a set that goes together.
But it is so much easier, and can be just as beautiful, when things don't match, don't look all the same -- when each piece, though it shares characteristics with others, does not look like an exact copy of the rest.
The buildup of clouds was gradual but unremitting, nature's musing that though an action may be slow, if it is persistent, it amasses to a state of electrifying power.
At this point the storm paused, almost as if waiting, considering whether it wanted to proceed full force to detonating its pent up fury, or to release and break down, dissipating into nothingness.
We don't always have to be in the thick of things, in the midst of all the action. Sometimes, many times, it's good to step far enough away that you get a different perspective.