Reverberations.

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Some things just coming back.

A job, an offer, a chance.  Did I take it or miss it.  Was that good or bad?

More than one has wondered.  I don't always know, or can't say.  Now?

Sometimes, as in always, one way or another, you get back exactly what you gave.

Choices.  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Such a path.  Choice?  Some of it.  Suffering.  To be sure.

I don't mind.  I found what I was looking for, if I haven't gotten there quite yet.  I am more and more sure that, despite what will have to be done, and other things, that I will get there.  I wasn't called by a fool, and wouldn't have followed one.  If I were to follow a fool, it would be myself.  If I have covered that in the past as well.  Two choices, one is not in the mirror... certainly not as it seems to a secular.