That split second in which we forge our wills towards rapture. The painful divine and pure human vanity; it is the ethical, instinctual essence of reality.
Choice is our desperation and evolution; it is the admirable and inevitable chimera we live because, in a way, we are all fated. It is a means and a flow; it cannot be had but must be made, culpted.
Choice is not options, nor numerical goal, it can only diminish, or expand, ever-present. It is not A or B, a Happy Meal or extra-long, such comedy but starves a hunger so pure and yet pleasant.
Faced with infinity, will we stop given simple duality? Never in hell- for the sake of all passion, and creativity, I’ve known.
Choice is God and eternity; you have to believe in it. In humanity’s embrace, of this effort, choice is our happily ever after and our radiant destiny.
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