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If everything is a choice
Then we are utterly free.
We may be the pebble
That begins the avalanche;
Or we may be the grain of sand
Buried among a million others
No more unique than the next.
You will not know which way to go,
But a selection you must make
The scales do not tilt to tell,
But the hourglass drains away,
So choose.

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