That's a good read. There's a certain Freudian simplicity to the suggested convergence that I tend to initially find alluring and then when I feel the confined walls closing in I start rally against the notion. I prefer to think of a truly diverse, evolving landscape instead of one where all roads lead to the same place(s).

To comfort myself I'll say this: the plucked-string-wackiness in an otherwise perfectly played musical ensemble might land the whole experience a finer seat at the long table of memory.

Viking note: all roads, which are really boats, lead to yonder. Divergence, not convergence. Viking Writing Express(c).

Paddle, dammit, paddle to where ye want to be; for the current won't take thine...theen...thou'st...you there.

RhaegarTargaryen | September 13, 21:42 CET