The way out is the way in

A couple of days ago, I was thinking about the Eightfold path as eight-lanes highway out of suffering. But, what I forgot to note is that, as I understand, the only way out of suffering is the way in. The way that goes to inside oneself.
The only way out is the way in that is the way through. Meditation, Zazen, gives one that. The way that cuts through dellusion like the sunlight dissipating fog in the morning. Zazen takes one to where one has always been, one's home that one has actually never left but still longs for because one can't see it.
It's a foggy world this one out there. We are already here, home, and we can't see. There is no place for us to go. We long for something that we already have. We are not homeless, we are just blind.