The Road Not Taken

Every now and then I pull out my dog-eared books and re-read them.  It's a humbling experience to read the really good stuff.  I mean, these guys use the same words as most everyone else, but they arrange them in remarkable ways.

A while back I read a book entitled, The Rise and Fall of Alexandria and I was stunned.

Most of the works in the great library burned, but the description of what that institution contained is incredible. 

The knowledge that was lost when those books were destroyed, is immeasurable. 

OK......what led me down this path? Oh yes, I re-read a poem by Robert Frost today. This is one of my favorite poems.

If you've never read it, enjoy. If you have already read it, you have my permission to skip it because I won't be testing on it this time.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.