Spontaneity is the province of youth

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

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.