Always before me, the Road goes on. I do not know how long I have walked It. Time is 	meaningless to me. Distance is meaningless. Destination even more so. As long as I have the Road.

	Sometimes other Paths branch off, different Ways run alongside. I pay them no mind, no room for curiosity about them in my thoughts. They are mere shadows, illusions, impostors. There is no reality to them. Nothing but one more attempt to mislead the mindless. Some of them are attended by a variety of beings. These try to convince me, scare me, ask, bribe, cajole, beg, PLEAD! - but I will not leave the Road.

	One tries to bar my way, deter me with force. The dust dries his blood, and the Road behind me swallows up my offering.

	I do not know where the Road leads. I do not care. Perhaps it leads nowhere. Perhaps it goes on farther than I can walk. Or, perhaps, the Road will not let me fall, let me fail. And I will walk the Road into eternity.