To accept the meaning, the entire meaning, all the meanings of our migrations, even those that do not come to mind or that we cannot yet conceptualise.

What meaning remains of our "home", when it is no longer visible, when the distance, sometimes irreversible, is too great? When our memory of it has been affected by mutations, exile, fighting...

Admittedly, we do not follow just one path or move in one direction; our life journey includes return trips and even no-return trips.

But embracing the meaning of our migrations is to allow ourselves, to some extent, to be overwhelmed in our own identity by an unexpected, subversive, even dramatic innovation, to the point where sometimes freedom even seems to no longer be exercised.

Migration can be more than just choosing a direction, precipitating the journey, or taking the plunge; it can also be a celebration, an inspiration, across generations or in one’s personal life, which can lead to a new meaning, a renewal of the traditional meaning, perhaps even result in a society that is less and less closed.

So that the other, human or human experience, becomes potentially meaningful, at any time or place, as if we were, would be and remained migrants in every sense of the word, whatever happens: migration in every sense, in the ultimate sense of an eternal dwelling that would reveal its meaning. Migration and our home would be the two sides of the same humanity, ours, for us, adventurers in every sense, in search of an ark still a little veiled in our eyes blinded by a meaning too often only human, too human.

Gilbert