I passed a fellow wanderer once, going in the opposite direction.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
His simple reply said it all. "Further."
..hell, for old time's sake, I'll raise a glass to the boys by the window, who's restless spirits haunt me still. I should still have a dram of absinthe left from last time - a treasured gift from the original proprietor that I've been saving for a special occasion. This seems just such an occasion.
Here's to all those who still haven't found what they're looking for. May you never find it, for the unmarked path takes you places you never thought you'd go.