It's not in any map, true places never are.- Herman Melville I've heard it said that God is in the details. How is it that a particular detail looms or recedes? How can we chart the interplay between the trivial and the essential? What is a true place and where is it found? For that matter, who is a true place and how is it found? This memoir is a patchwork of stories, quotes, photographs and drawings interacting loosely and coming together slowly to create a life in search of itself. It is the tale of a drifter tempered by revelatory encounters to become a quilt of many colors. To get found I had to get lost. Without the guidance and encouragement of others - I'll call them wizards - I might not have found my way through the labyrinths I encountered. Some wizards are noted in the following stories by highlighting their names in color. You might recognize others.