Behind are all the paths that could have been, now overgrown with impenetrable foliage.  Ahead lay the infinite directions of decisions that might be.  Yet none shimmer with even a will-o-wisp glimmer to indicate one over the other.

Existence without purpose shines like a rainbow at night:  No focus; No Clarity; An ever expanding darkness mirroring the plethora of paths, while Fate watches, waiting for a choice, that the required obstacles to be overcome may be placed.

Radiant paths of others glow with clear purpose, engulfing, interwoven as threads of a wondrous tapestry.  Longingly reaching out, for companionship, for a hint of direction, the darkness moves with perfect synchronicity creating a bubble of non-existence swallowed by purposelessness.