Where one road ends, another begins.

Centuries ago, people believed the world was flat. That a road could go on and on, but one day it will end, and there will be nothingness.

Now, centuries later, people believe the world is round, and all roads diverge. One road will lead to another. There is no end.

I feel I'm reaching the end of my road, and I better decide soon what century I'm living in.

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I'm deep in thought, and I'm still surfacing.