It;s always fun to go into the familiar's land, to walk and see all around you in the familiar feeling of having been down this road, but you know it was a different road. I see ahead of me a fork in the road. I turn to muse and ask her, "Well, this is familiar. Which path should we stroll?" From I only get a laugh and the comment, "Fuck if I know hun, I am not your oracle, just your muse." Her eyes glinting with her magic and so I am struck. To find an oracle. It has been too long floating with just my muse. She is what fuels my thinking, but on opinions, she is no help. I draw an "x" on the side of the road, and then I am elsewhere, to procrastinate on something I know deep down, I can only decide in the end.