Time will heal his world...

The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.

There was rarely an obvious branching point in a person's life. People changed slowly, over time. You didn't take one step, then find yourself in a completely new location. You first took a little step off the path to avoid some rocks. For a while, you walked alongside the path, but then you wandered out a little way to step on softer soil, where the air felt lighter and there was a soft breeze caressing your cheeks. Then you stopped paying attention as you drifted farther and farther away, stumbling upon concrete and unfriendly faces waiting to pounce as you faltered. Finally, you found yourself in the wrong city, wondering why the signs on the roadway hadn't led you better.