To Pad

There are all different kinds of paths animals make. Now in middle November, along my path,  lay numerous, small, chalky-white "scat".
Scat, the scattering of digested matter (mostly animal) left by (mostly) migrating shore birds. This is a spotted path, padded again many tens of miles to the south (its interval, entirely of air, though a certain permanence of "signs" below will strike the narrow way).   Even Life seemingly fixed like a tree, (a "scat" of leaves) makes many paths we either forget are there, see past or will never see no matter how we try (think of of your neighborhood shade tree & imagine its entire root system laid bare! and of its fungal symbiont? impossible!).   Indeed, a path by its being thus must exclude much of what a path seeks to be. How is this so? Because a Path is like knowledge: it must content itself with the well trodden while all of Reality grows & grows...