You stop, look down, you place a toehold underneath a blanket of nothingness; you become the fork. You see, feel, hear and touch with your imagination. As you genuflect, you give pause, realizing, that you’ve stopped “Becoming”.

As others pass, like you, they’ve chosen to comply, to become complicit! The specialists go left, the innovators move to their right. It’s where both paths meet, that you’ll find your now soiled cloak, you use it to provide full cover, as you don’t want to be seen; it’s of no matter, that you have been shamed by an injustice.

Invocation without “Benediction” is a must; as reasoning, without seasoning, leaves lust. Can one step ever be considered a new path? Can what’s cliche’, once again, become novel? What gives rise to wisdom? Don’t ask me, just put a fork in it!