The universe is traversed by paths or bridges or stepping-stones across the gulfs of space in every direction. To every soul that is created is its path, invisible to all but itself.

How are we to find our way within this abundance? Is not each day in which we wake to find ourselves a day of magic, a day when miracles happen?

The path that I find through the day, and which binds me to myself day after day, is one that not only is, but only can be visible to myself, and then perhaps only at the end of my life when, looking back, I see the pattern that has been created for me by my daily actions. What is right for me is not right for you or for any other soul. I must find my path even if at times I do so blindly. To do otherwise, to follow or to try to follow someone else's path, can only lead to unhappiness and disappointment. 

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