Icarus_Falling wrote:
A raccoon ran into the dark road just in front of me. A slight swerve to the left, and I would just miss it; a slight swerve to the right, and squish. I confess, that just for a split second, I wasn't sure which way I wanted to swerve. In that same split second, in a parallel thought I realized that that raccoon was very much like me, and I was it's fate. Circumstance had placed it in a position where the line between life and death was razor thin; and I was that line; I was that raccoon’s fate at just that moment. And still in the same split second, a third parallel thought entered my mind; the thought that I was beyond the raccoon’s understanding and control; and I wondered if there was something pulling the strings of my own fate, something there but just beyond the range of my own perception, my own understanding...
... bringing you full circle and smacking you with the realization that actually, No, you were
not the racoon's fate, it was yours.
-amanda knows parallel thought number 5 is uncomfortable
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