O wayfarer, your footprints alone are the path.

O wayfarer, there is no path.

Or rather, the path comes into existence as one goes,

As one goes, the path comes into existence.

And when we look back,

We see the road that

We can never travel again.

O wayfarer, there is no path,

But, rather, footprints inscribed on the sea.

—Antonio Machado