The deceiver is ego.
Two Frost paths emerge in the wood: one rooted in confidence, earned and restrained or assumed and wild, and a trail of self-doubt and shame.
Both sides come around the mountain with servants and lost souls. But the deception all parties face and to which they must succumb or overcome is that one’s value varies by circumstance.
Our environment and brick-and-mortar selves constantly change clockwise by second and hour.
Does value move up and down with them? Are metrics based on location? Is there no thread that runs across lives from powerless, curious newborn to broken, failing geriatric daydreamer? No string of self crossing rich to poor, homely to handsome?
Ego is the variable. Worth is fixed as part of one creation. Value is bounded, measurable, shared.
Take heart, weary Soldier, comradery is the call.