Where we're at, where we've reached, doesn't seem like much of a place at the beginning. Just a whistlestop in the greater journey, from your first thought to your last. But there it is, anyway, and you're gonna have to choose, nonwithstanding the thoughts saying that this metaphor is more than slightly cheesy. They're all paved- some with good intentions, some with more gold than Fort Knox, and some are merely simple trails cut out of a deep sequoia forest. Choose one. It won't be your last.