The other day I was driving into the old city, the part where I grew up. Eventually I got lost in one of the by-lanes. Not much, drove around a few minutes and then found a familiar road again. Of course, my excuse was - things had changed.
Contrast that to birds. They fly across continents, every single year. Humans change a lot of the world around them (the birds). And yet, like a pendulum, the birds find the median in the path.
Birds can fly over seas. Birds can cover mountains. They know their journey. The path is indeed the way.
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