When we consider the two realms of reality we realize we have a choice: the low road or the high road, the road well worn or the road less traveled where the path is less clear. Which would you choose: the safe road of convention or the less well known road of post convention?
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
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