...and I

I took the one most traveled by...

...and on that road I died.

For innovation is oxygen and the echo chamber of ideas ultimately deafens us, drowns us, suffocates us.

In the sleep that is death I reflected back on the path less traveled and saw hardship. Saw pain.

Saw sacrifice.

Those that exited that path hobbled through torn and bloodied. Unrecognized, but alive. They met one another. Mutual...