Sometimes all a wanderer needs is a path. No need for it to be made out of yellow bricks, lead to a pot of gold, or have arrows pointing “left for danger” or “right for safety”. A path gives wanderers a purpose, something to follow, something to rely on. One meager path may give hope that something transcendent awaits. Pathways provide eternal room to harbor all that this undefined sphere we live on floating about in space provides for us, yet still graciously and blindly guides us.
