Grasping Raw Probability...
As you hang from one branch in an infinity,
Somewhere on the tree of life,
The stones float in the well,
Reflecting the name of the branch.
They know which branch you swung from,
Monkey that we all are,
And which direction you are swinging.
Still,
It all depends on which hand you reach for the next branch with,
Doesn't it?
They know if you're right-handed or left,
So they whisper of likelyhoods,
Where gravity and inertia are leading.
It's up to you to choose when to switch hands mid-swing.
Which branches are ahead of you the Norns could say,
But they'll only give you the tumbling whispers of the Runes.
Choose a branch
Choose wisely.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 07/12/2025