What’s in store for me in the direction i don’t take?
“… the moments when everything is open, when all options are present, and all is undecided – mere destinies unfolding. Our choices shift into one plane of existence, the extension of every path still available, until we pick the red tie instead of the blue; harbor anger instead of compassion; attempt to fix it or break it; and all our possibilities collapse into the singular of what is, rippling outward from the moment of decision to affect our lives in ways unknown… The noise at the back of our mind wondering anxiously, What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?”
How does one even attempt to create art like this? Wow.
Now is the hour when frogs and thrushes
Praise the world from the woods and rushes.
Sleep, my love…
Sleep, my only dear, in the dark…
— Charlotte’s Lullaby, by Robert B. Sherman and Richard M. Sherman.
"And not, when I came to die, discover
That I had not lived…”
Dead Poets Society