*bored* Two slugs slithered on a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not trample both,
Being one trampler, long I stood
And looked at one as feirce I could
To where it sat in the undergrowth
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was slimy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
In them no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I will be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere sitting upon a fence:
Two slugs slithered on a yellow wood
and I--I ate the slug less trampled by,
And that has made all the difference
"Question even the existence of a God, for if there be one he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blind fear"
-Thomas Jefferson
Both are from the profile of my friend Kiea. The first is a modified version of "The road less traveled" By Robert Frost. And the second.... I dunno, I just liked the quote.
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