Rising from the broken land it stands apart. A path between. Its roots burrow deep into the soil. Beyond the dead top layer into the nutrient dense past. Eyes only see is what’s visible, but there’s so much more. Buried, waiting to be found.
Finding it wasn’t as hard as he’d expected. It wasn’t what he’d been looking for, which is the only reason he came to it. Wandering again, but this time is different. There’s significance to this journey. The trail’s head is well worn, but the path splits and narrows.
Thomas wonders how to proceed. Take the path all others have or do something else? Instead of spending much time on the matter he decides to find out.
At the first chance to branch he doesn’t, and ignores the next fork, then again. He avoids all options that will take him from the starting singular path. Now he’s faced with two choices and takes the one so few have. Instead of turning back to find a waiting road, he breaks free, making a branch of his own. This is nothing new for him. The path he lays is radiant, a thread of sun-born diamond dust. His every step glitters with perfection.
Who will follow him? His wish is for no one to. The goal is not to be followed, not exactly. Instead he wants to show that a new way is possible. That blind submission is no way to live, or die. Just because a thing has been done a million and one times, means nothing besides the cold fact that a million followed a first. In some cases this is fine, in many it is. But not always. And the differences matter. More options. That’s his goal. His primary aim is to give others choices. More infinities, more life.