Tales tell of deals made with the devil, son of the morning, a deal which purposely left the “u” out of the bold print of the contract. So one never prognosticates the mourning at the end of the deal.Typically “crossroads” represents a moment of decision where life has posed an interesting ultimatum. Interesting in that there are clearly two cardinal directions to move, while simultaneously there are actually four. And while we cannot physically go back in time we can mentally ascent to a place so deep within ourselves that like Marty McFly we act but renege.
What if our choice was to go off the road and take a path not traveled before as long as we arrive at the place “there?” There being harmonious living where one can appreciate the melodies of creation while following the four/four strokes of God’s baton. The situation is not different but the perception is such that one can read the song before it is performed and identify the places to input ad libs.