All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. - Martin Buber

The legendary anecdote goes one stop beyond: the single incident in question conveys the meaning of life.

As long as the firmament of the You is spread over me, the tempests of causality cower at my heels, and the whirl of doom congeals.

The human being to whom I say You I do not experience. But i stand in relation to him, in the sacred basic word. Only when I step out of this do I experience him again. Experience is remoteness from You.

If you cannot get across it, you must get across it, nevertheless.