Some people are poetic and sentimental. They almost always take the road less travelled. Educated people are clever indeed.
But you my friend! You have taken the well trodden path.
The ground is perfectly level as you begin to travel through the trees on a path that’s easily 15 feet wide. The path appears to go straight along a short of broad way that extends a far distance.
You walk straight ahead at a relaxed pace. After about twenty minutes of travel, you begin to become thirsty. The moment thirst enters your mind, you suddenly see just ahead in the distance the most outlandish drinking fountain you’ve ever seen.
This thing must be eight feet tall and it has flashing lights, dials and knobs, and phonograph speakers sticking off of every corner. It takes you a minute or two to figure out how to get the water to start. You have to register your name and address for the thing to even turn on.
After you fill out a 20 question survey on the touch screen to the right, you are finally given permission to take a drink. You lean down to take a sip, and you are served citrus tinted water that kind of, but not quite tastes like lemonaid.
“Would you like another?” an elegant sounding female voice asks you from within the machine.
“Sure.” you say.
The machine then starts making a series of beeps that are strangely familiar to the sound of a 28.8k modem booting up. Then there’s a ding.
“Our detailed analysis of your subconscious mind has derived a flavor we joyfully like to call Cantaberry Creme.” The machine informs you with her elegant smooth machine speech.
You bend over and take a sip. It tastes very interesting indeed. It kinda tastes like cantalope.
“Yummy,” you say.
“Would you like another flavor?” the machine inquires.
“Why yes,” you say. “I certainly would.”
Ding ding buzz whistle bang scratch, the machine sputters out going absolutely haywire.
Sparks are starting to shoot off of the top of the machine, and the phonograph speakers start blaring like fog horns. You’re a little bewildered, so you decide to return to the main road.
The straight and wide path continues into the horizon, and behind you, it seems to go infinitely in that direction as well. Suddenly it occurs to you that no matter how far you travel down this road, you eventually end up exactly where you began. You take hold of yourself for a second, then look off to the right. Through a dense growth of Aspen trees, you see a small stairway leading down the side of a hill.
You make your way towards this path and begin to descend the stairs. Leaves crunch under your feet, left there several seasons ago. The staircase leads downward in a zig zag pattern, until you reach the bottom of the hill, and it levels out.
The path remains straight for a ways, and then opens up into what looks like a beautiful clearing. You enter in to this clearing.
(* Editor’s Note * This in fact is not the machine invented by Douglas Adams. It has the same intended purpose, but this one’s way more legit with all the junk it’s got retrofitted to itself.)