Not alone
When sigils appear
Symbols of destiny
The hidden hand of opportunity and surreptitious manipulation
Or a helping hand of appealing direction and doorways that seem always open
Both paths snake over the horizon with intertwining branches
Some branches lead through sandy desert and over calm seas
Others reach high over mountainous terrains and undulate through turbulent waves
Plain sailing or the scenic route
Both reach a destination
The destination
Planned / intentional or orchestrated
The questions lead the way
And the answers appear not necessarily at the end but almost there
Not necessarily at the end as the answer may pivot the pathway, the journey continues in another direction
Almost there when the path once again opens out in front, widening before narrowing and fading into the hazy distance
The path may be clear
But the horizon not so
Hence the sigils, the symbols
Directional signposts placed by hand, by chance or by coincidence
A reminder to keep moving forward
There is always another thing
Not necessarily an ankh
But another thing


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