Son, see that apple cart over there? Piled high, with gloriously colorful, fresh, ripe, vibrant, fruit? Someone, long-gone now, took significant time to meticulously arrange every apple. Row by row, level by level they built that fruit pyramid until the cart was as full of fruit as it could possibly be. (more…)
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Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken (1915)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Frost makes a beautiful poem, but it does nothing to aid a person when the rock and the hard place both fall away at the same time. How is one to determine which road is less traveled? And oh how easy it would be would our crossroads lead to only two paths.