Collapsing possibilities. |
| before I count the bifurcations as history bestows it's bagatelle and follow all the separations the 'might have beens', and 'who-can-tell?' which path amongst them was most likely to better serve the status-quo I choose and, maybe, get off lightly a pass perhaps, I cannot know for my vision blurs with this decision collapsing into the chosen now confirms one past, brooks no collision as one path I faithfully plough |