if you were to take the distant ribbon of road where it meets the horizon far away and draw a line downward through the center of it , continue it on through the working men and machines , draw it still closer through the woods and across where it bisects another narrower unpaved road , draw it still further through the fence line and through the woods , you would see that the line intersects perfectly with the now completely dark hole in the side of the barn where not long ago a shaft of light penetrated neatly between two stacks of rotting hay .