We will burn that bridge when we come to it.
To know there is a choice is to have to make the choice: change or stay: river or rock.
Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)
It's been a long time coming but the reality is that this process is at a crossroads.
In every life there comes a point when you have to make a decision about how you will live.
There must have been a moment, at the beginning, were we could have said -- no. But somehow we missed it.
The indictment, in a lot of ways, that was the turning point.
A decision is the focusing of the Energy of desire, and the decision point happens when the desire is powerful enough.
I like being at that place where you can either fall or stand. That's where I think you really have a shot at doing something truthful.
