There are no easy roads to take, no simple maps to navigate. The plains of life and death make paths as the living and dead approach.
What wonders and mystery, what horrors and comedies, what simple joyous pleasures lie behind the most maddening of confusing ways.
It is a path not known until it has been traveled, one revealed to those that have been where so many seek to emulate, terrified of forging a path of their own to plunge head first into waters dark and dimly lit from sun and stars above.
Whatever that path may be, wherever it may lead, it will never bring you to the place we are right now.
Dear child if all is done right and your path is truly yours, then we diverge here and your place will be your own far from me in person but always in my heart.