People are not frightened by what they can think they understand. As the shadows flee they see the illusion. They see the path through the woods, clear and bright. Straight, simple, cheerful, and full of sunlight, it passes through the ferns as it is expected to. They cannot imagine what will come when the path suddenly twists. When the dark trees block the rays of the sun, when the calling of the birds is no longer tame, and wild noises echo off the tree-trunks. When the soft, pale grass grows over the trail, and it's purpose becomes lost to all but God. Will they see the wild beauty in it? Will they stay in the forest after it darkens?