Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
On a long journey, the heart hangs dull in the shaken body, nerves ache, senses quicken, the brain like a horrified cat leaps clawing from object to object, the earth whisked by at such speeds seems ephemeral, trashy; if one is not sad one is bored.
Why I have persevered to shun The common paths that others run, And on a strange road journeyed on.
Making his way home by an uncommon route gave him the feeling that he was a pilgrim, an explorer, a man with a destiny, and he knew that he would find friends all along the way.
Sometimes it’s necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.
So go your Way – and I’ll go Mine – No fear you’ll miss the Road.