If you can see the end of your path,
you're about to walk off a cliff.
Turn back. Before it's too late.
It's not too late.
You must always find the road that breaches the horizon.
Your legs will tire. You must not stop.
Your feet will blister. You must walk on.
When you drop, drop upon the road, that those who overtake you may pick up the torch.
And carry the light ever onwards.