Having arrived at the bottom,
we look at the path that lies ahead
and try to guess what’s around the corner.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,   
And sorry I could not travel both   
And be one traveler, long I stood   
And looked down one as far as I could   
To where it bent in the undergrowth…
– Robert Frost,
opening lines of
The Road Not Taken,
(1920)