Now...
What are the costs of hesitation? 'What might have been' is the devil on your shoulder with an unpaid bill in his hand...
Constrained by what our antecedents would have likely thought of as distracting contrivances, we survive and thrive with little right, as far as they would be concerned, to take any credit for doing so. With more time than ever for reflection, we take our twilight walks along the edge of the abyss. Sometimes we toss a pebble in and wait. The silence teases us, bringing us to crawl cautiously to the precipice and peek over the edge, but almost never for more than a breath or two. The call of the warm bed, the promise of tomorrow, they pull us back and send us home with a skip in our step and humming a tune, a protective spell to keep down below the denizens of the dark.
But, occasionally, we stay and seek their counsel. We stare into the black and whisper, "I've come seeking knowledge. Truth."
The reply is always the same.
"The truth? Look here long enough and you'll see it."
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