The path, it’s narrow, fragile, obstructed with the roots of nature, leading humanity onwards. The air around this path makes me cold, and I can’t see very well. Onwards towards the path of human salvation. The misty air lays droplets on the weeds around and the smell of dew awakens a breath inside of me. Onwards on the path. The human existence exists because of this narrow, fragile and obstructed path. Our salvation first relies on the path, and policy of walkways are created thereafter. Onwards towards the path of human salvation.