Every action changes our fate.

When does the path we walk on lock around our feet? When does the road become a river with only one destination? Death waits for us all in Samara. But can Samara be avoided?

Just when I think I’m winning When I’ve broken every door The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind. David Sylvian – ‘Ghosts’

Every choice is the death of all other possibilities.

“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.” Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)