"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I cold 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; ...I took the one less traveled by, And that made all the difference. R.Frost.
"Nobody could set his eyes on such a void and return to hearth and home without having lost a part of himself to the wilderness forever. Many, having endured the void once, went back, and back again, as if daring the desert to claim them; not content until it did." ― Clive Barker, Weaveworld