All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

All knowledge is worth having.

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.

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme