Truly everything*
A stranger on a path, in the woods, in a place that is new to me, until I learn it like I've learned the back of my hand, or the scars on my skin. Maybe the stranger will become my friend or even my enemy, or maybe we will never meet and the path in the woods will just come to an end and the woods will have grown in on the path behind me leaving me with no other place to go. It's at this point that I will not exsist and the people I would like to meet will have already have been met!
I love it all, except country...I mostly listen to Metal!
I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!
I have one, it's big
Anything by J. Krisnamurti, Bill Shields, and Medical Books
People who walk alone.