done, finished, over and done with, like a finished product, the artist's final touches placed on the canvas, is that it? is it ever really finished, the soul, the searching, the looking and expanding, i hope not, certain highways are closed, others open up, detours, scenic routes, the long way home, instead of roses, maybe tulips, or a mustard plant or that birch or maple, who knows? the world's full of paths, even those that haven't even been found yet, or old ones that haven't been tread on in years, and the ones everyone walks down. it's a path and it's walking.