I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you. - Walt Whitman

And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, / No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.

Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.

I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall be complete;
The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken.