Every conscious step along the path of life is a choice, a decision of movement towards an end. No one travels their path blindly, though they may often be staggering in the darkness. At each step, no matter the degree of illumination, guidance should be driven by one principle alone - love. It is the magnet of attraction, luring one into the webs of desires, both motivational and ensnaring, depending upon the anchor of our heart and its purity of purpose.
Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.