The path I’m on is perhaps full of people, though I don’t see them in the flesh, here and now. Some are in the past, some are dead and some are distant. I mention this because as I walk this ‘lonesome road’ there are some I have specially in mind. Their journey overlaps mine but we have no contact. I referred in my previous post to a ‘digital trail’. Should I choose that?
Perhaps, for the moment, I should hope that they will find me while I stay on this path. It would be intrusive to do otherwise. But for those on the way, those who have moved on, those distant and far and those near but looking away, ‘the end of all our exploring’ to quote Eliot’s ‘Four Quartets’ again, will be that
‘all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well.’