I'd passed through a very straight gate some time ago. The path I was now on was very narrow indeed. There was a broader path running parallel to mine and the people over there would call to me, ''Come over to us we've plenty of room''. I never went it didn't seem safe and although they pretended they were enjoying I could see their misery. I wondered at the outset if this narrow way was the right path? Then I'd see a sign that someone else had left. Ancient pen men had left many a confirmation, a map of sorts, that I would refer to and discover that others have indeed walked this way.