The thing about paths is that they contain a mystery. You are on the path, but you cannot see your destination. Over the hill or around the next curve lies the unknown.
As we continue up over the hill or deeper into the woods, atavistic memories of fairy tales and myths assault us. The “little people” — are they watching? We will discover that other dimension that runs parallel to our own? It could happen. Anything could happen when you are on the path.
Who can resist a path? Who can say no when the unknown beckons?