All outcomes are valid outcomes and all paths are valid paths.

Every fork in the road is the universe rehearsing itself. When we zoom out far enough, the "right" path and the "wrong" path are both filaments of the same web, both carrying the same light home. The trench we are stuck in and the summit we long for are differently shaped expressions of one organism learning what it is. There is no detour, only the local texture of the whole. What happens if we treat the path we are actually on as the one we were always meant to walk?