It was not an entirely new path, but one that was being walked after years. Everything was uncertain. And largely unknown - because, well, paths change. Even ruins don't remain the same year after year. And foot trails among jungles have a way of vanishing.
A week had passed, 10 days perhaps.
The message was clear - one just needs to go through this. Why? No answer.
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A book appeared. The author had sent a personal copy.
Small-ish book. Just 60 pages. Short form prose and haiku poetry.
I opened it and started reading. And stared in disbelief.
The Universe had just sent me the Illustrated Guide to the Path.
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I am still speechless at the miracle of it.
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