Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
All paths are present, always… and we can but choose among them.
All paths are present, always… and we can but choose among them.
This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.
And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.