All knowledge is worth having.

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

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

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.

We must love those close to us, all the time, every day. Moments only happen once. Make them matter.