Excerpts from a Prolific Thinker

A path is a path. Even when it leads nowhere. Even when it circles back to where we started off, or at least the point at which we think we started off. In that context, both ends of the path coincide. A path knows no intentions, bad or good, no pretention beyond its shallow limits. Limits that can be blurred by the growing grass, the eroding soil, or the overflowing waters. A path can be wide or narrow, depending on the intention or the capacity of the one making the path. It is usually created by an external force that digs, with plow or wind or water, through the nature to make a specific corridor where strangers (to that nature) can penetrate the space, without ever merging with it. A path might remain visible for anyone to see among the green fields, and can sometimes get lost in the movement of high wheat fields, only allowing the walker to see few meters ahead and not preoccupied in advance of what the end of the path beholds. Image source : Picjumbo While a path will ...