: Fatal
There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line.
The illusions come afterwards, when you ask "Why me?" and "What if?" , when you look back, see the branches, like a pruined bonsai tree, or a forked lightning.
If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a diiferent set of questions. Remedy
There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line.
The illusions come afterwards, when you ask "Why me?" and "What if?" , when you look back, see the branches, like a pruined bonsai tree, or a forked lightning.
If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a diiferent set of questions. Remedy