Not All Paths Are Avoided

In time, meaning takes on form and as it walks the universe leaving fading footprints, time becomes sustained with good fortune. Blessing the way, new vistas are opened, explored and left behind. Evermore further in to the future all that is sought becomes the discarded rubbish so easily tossed in total disregard. "More." cries the beast, hungry for more.

Replenishment is not only necessary, but absolutely vital for the life which seeks. Turning a blind eye, life goes on. And on, and on. Unceasingly, eternity comes just that much closer.

Fearing to tread, some paths remain unknown, unexplored and unwelcome. Fear binds the mortal man to it's destiny.

Not all paths are avoided.