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two roads diverged…
I saw the darkest animal on earth last night at the fork of a path. The path leads into a reserve, where the tress are innumerable, thick and tall. It stood there for countless moments completely bewildered.
What was the question in it’s head, stomach…heart?
It’s not just us trying to find the way. We aren’t alone in the endlessness of questions are we? There are reasons some of us stop and ponder, even the simplest choice. Choices which don’t seem, to others, to even exist.
This dusty animal, bound by, even a slave to simple and logical desires has choice. It exercises this will, is confounded by it, perhaps even lives or dies by it. So what is the choice based on…if anything?
I moved on…still trying to find Mr.P, but now even left or right seemed less arbitrary. Maybe there is a point to everything. Maybe I should eat less sugar…maybe I should sleep. Even dreams are a choice.
