A gesture in the ground, made by our comings and goings. Roads are so embedded in our view of ourselves and our relationship to the world. An example, taken at random, Olive Schreiner, The Story of an African Farm:
"We do not yet know that in the soul's search for truth the bitterness lies here, the striving cannot always hide itself among the thoughts; sooner or later it will clothe itself in outward action; then it steps in and divides between the soul and what it loves. All things on earth have their price; and for truth we pay the dearest. We barter it for love and sympathy. The road to honour is paved with thorns; but on the path to truth, at every step you set your foot down on your own heart. "
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