I think spiritual growth, after a certain point, leaves first the paved road, and then the dirt road. Where you are going, there are no roads. There is no path.
To follow in the footsteps of the Buddha, truly, is to do this, to walk where you feel lost. What do you do then? What does ANY explorer do? Keep putting one foot in front of the other, keep their eyes open, use their brains and experience, and discover new things.
I am in a place without roads. It scares me, but sometimes it is vaguely exhilarating too. I did not stop when it got hard, and I’m not stopping now.
And actually, I will wonder out loud: how does it affect our psychology that our physical space is almost always completely sculpted for us? We have roads, and as U2 pointed out, they have names, here. How different does it feel living in a forest, or jungle, or trackless mountain area?