Here, I walk this path. I see choices along it, every step: do I place my foot there or here, do I walk under shade or in sun? Yet the path follows the same course, and I arrive at the same place, no matter.
Preoccupied by trivial choice, I may have walked by, blind to the entrance to a new road. Which forks did I miss?
Lord, let me see my true choices today.
(Letter #1,751)
