As one passes the midpoint in life’s journey, when there is more travel behind than ahead, we may find that life appears not so much a road but a river, a stream that carries the traveler inexorably forward, its current too swift to make headway upstream. Like the highway but even more so, the river endlessly branches; it is a work of nature - not purpose built. Some of the branches lead to places no one would ever want be.

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