Oh if only crossroads were so simple. Right. Left. Forward. Or run home and hide under the blankets.
Then again there are intersections that occur, have occurred, are occurring, and will continue to occur in the eternity called now.
Kind of like this: *
Only with an infinite number of lines running through that single point we call now, continuing on into infinity and (for those of you that might be Buzzed) beyond.
So next time someone asks you to get the butter, just remember the options are endless. From explaining dietary implications of, as well as, the inevitable string theory of dairy products in general, oleo and the inherent sins of such marketing obfuscation and chicanery, reenactments from scenes in “Last Tango In Paris” aside, to the full inclusion of just acquiescing to their request in smug silence: try not to be what my pale imitation (as seen above *) of a Kurt Vonnegut illustration alludes to.
So just choose and know we are all just:
After all as my father advised when I was just a sprout, “Go do something even if it is wrong”