When the road forks, take it.

I saw this guy one fine morning on Iona – 7am.ish –  greeting the rising sun by bending over backwards. Birds were singing, lambs were jumping up and down, tourists were leaping off the morning ferry and you felt the whole world coming excitingly alive.

I saw this guy/girl(?) one  evening in Glasgow, not even asking for loose change, bending over forwards, shutting out the cold and the wet but not really, not really able to banish the chill dark void inside.

How do you end up where you end up? Were the important decisions in your life difficult to make? Did you not have decisions to make?  Were they made for you? How did you end up where you are now?


If behaviour is character in action; if character is basically formed by the age of  3; then there are no forks on the road; no conscious choices to be made. No conscious decisions. We are nothing but a set of obsolete responses; in our end is our beginning; the child is father of the man.


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