Babbling Point

And you reach the crossroads and now have to decide whether to go left, right, or forward. Or you could also just go back where you came from, but you do know that things will never ever be the same. Then you also have the option to not follow the road and just wander into the dirt path... or to that place where there are no paths. There is also that other choice of just staying at the crossroads, to remain in statis... or is it in flux? To never decide-- that would you be your decision.

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