Fork

"As the surveyor of all knowledge in the known, and unknown, Universe, I ask you this; When you come to a fork in the road with no signs, which road do you take? Does it depend on where you're going? Is it a matter of where you want to be? How can I be sure?"

"Well... as a surveyor of all knowledge in the known, and presumably the unknown, Universe, I answer your question very simply. That is, with another question, why is there a fork in the road, and where are the spoon and knife that belong with it?"

"Umm...well, I don't believe you quite understand what I am asking. It's not literally a fork, like silverware, in the road, but where the road branches off, splits into two different roads. Which do I take?"

"Ah, I believe it's you who does not understand. When you come upon a fork in the road, you don't take either. You stand there. You stare. You look. Your vision adjusts to the surroundings. Only then, will you see, that it is not a fork in the road that you have come upon, but it is one single road, and it's only you who sees two. But if you do ever come across a fork in the road, pick it up, find a place to clean it, and put it in your satchel because you never know when you might need a fork for something. Handy tool."

With that, he walked away and came upon a fork in the road. He picked it up, found a small water hole to wash it in, put it in his satchel, and continued his journey..