The signpost

This made me think of Russell. A poem by Wilhelm Muller (translated by Mirian Abramowitsch) The Signpost Why do I avoid the paths That other wanderers tread, and seek out hidden trails through snowy, rocky heights? I have done nothing that I should shun people -- what foolish longing drives me into the wilderness? Signs stand on the paths, pointing toward the towns, and I walk aimlessly, without rest, seeking rest. One signpost I see standing immovable before my gaze; one road I must travel from which no one has ever returned.