What Road Are You On?

To every man there opens a way and ways and a way. And the high soul treads the highway and the low soul gropes the low. And in between on the misty flats, the rest drift to and fro. But to every man there opens a highway and a low, and every man decides the way his soul will go.
”John Oxonum

Remember -
“The same sun that melts the wax also hardens clay”
Origen of Alexandria (185—254 C.E.)