To navigate these beliefs, walk with intent.
Let each step force the whispers into clearer resonance.
Truth flows, murky in its motion.
Like a river unmarked
by the maps of certainty.
In the hollow, absence speaks.
A promise of wisdom not grasped,
Yet cradled by the open void.
Listen to the steps you leave behind,
For each imprint counts the paths
Not taken under the ghost-light of reason.
Proceed: newpaths/reflections/depths.html
Contemplate further: echoes/ancient.html