it wasn't for nothing

that a glance became something more, that a fight up that hill taught a village simpleton how real battle actually works, that swords forged from the river styx cuts the soul, that subtlety is an art that is often hinted, implied but never agreed formally, that the play of words sums up what we do, how we think, how we feel - that our choices become the seeds we plant in this sacred garden and they all compete with the earth that reality has a way of creeping in when you lest expect it that a-ha, oh-no moment, that we are shadows attached to the tallest tree that has become the pinnacle, that many trails converge to roads, railways but the screaming sound of regret never gets heard, that uniqueness is a common fallacy shared by many weary travelers eager to make light conversation that categorization is a misapplied method made up by reductionist eager for a simple solution that forecasting is a magical hat born at birth and made stronger with the passage of time that intent and motive are for all practical purposes completely irrelevant to what did take place that what did take place is highly debatable considering that life is a play of words and acumens which leads one back to the beginning of all things -