Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

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.

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you

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.

All knowledge is worth having.