In search of Kerouac

 How it really happens, no one knows.

The quantum collapse, and a choice is made.

A random outcome from a distribution

 No one really knows how it works.

 

 Is it any different in our minds

when a choice must be made?

 We weigh the possibilities 

 consider the outcomes, 

 the consequences.

 In the end we choose,

without really knowing why,

or where we are going,

or where we will end up.

She walked out onto the road

and stuck out her thumb

in search of Kerouac.

She dared me, forced me to choose,

to follow down the road, or not.

And so we went together,

and the road was longer

then either of us could imagine.