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[...] We’ve driven the much longer road distance comfortably enough in one day. [...]

[...] You are ready now to embark upon the inner roads of your own existence.

There were many roads you could have taken, in which case you would not have been able to communicate with me, nor I with you; and if this had not happened, that possibility of ideal fulfillment could not have occurred.

[...] It clears its own roads.

[...] Her part was not, and she has chosen this road, all without knowing. [...]

(I asked Seth for his interpretation of my dream on Sunday morning, June 25, in which I was highly upset to see my father careening backward in a truck, down Pinnacle Road. [...]

[...] Later I will explain how this psychological framework is created and maintained, for it is like a road that must be kept clear of debris. [...]

It was not an easy road, in certain terms. [...]

Look at it this way: If someone tells you that pleasure is wrong and tolerance is weakness, and that you must follow this or that dogma blindly in obedience, and if you are told this is the only right road toward the idealized good, then most likely you are dealing with a fanatic. [...]

(At break a quick check of a road atlas showed the town Altus in the southwest corner of Oklahoma. [...]

[...] This is the usual road for young men, and I have followed it myself many times.

[...] Around you, you found, were men who had traveled other roads—your neighbors, and you felt yourselves to be aliens. [...]

[...] As I have told you often, you have your own roads and it is up to you to explore them. [...]

At one time — in your terms — I myself acted as such a guide; as in a sleep state Ruburt now follows the same road. [...]

[...] You have already made your in- roads long before the time of physical death. [...]

[...] I watched the ship sink on an even keel through the blue-green water to the smooth yellow and tan and brown sandy ocean floor—but instead of settling motionless there the ship began to ‘sail’ or plow its way across the ocean bottom, almost as though it were a car moving along a road. [...]

(10:00.) It also formed a platform for the ways in which you misunderstand each other, and therefore has served as a symbolic road of contention. [...]

[...] The flexibility, spontaneity, persistence, what have you, none of which he may have acquired had the “road” in quotes been absolutely straight from start to finish.

[...] You felt the ordinary male accomplishments in terms of sports, which brought instant approval, yet you did not choose that road. [...]

[...] Yet the conscious mind arose precisely to open up choices, to free you from a one-road experience, to let you use your creativity to form diversified, varied comprehensions.