wandering
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;
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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
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The image it conjurs reminds me of a sort of role-play script I used to do with people, that I got from an EFL textbook many years ago. If the idea of "roleplay" and "script" sounds odd, it was a script that you ask the participant to imagine they are enacting, and at various points, are asked to make a decision, or to describe something that they have found, from which deep and perceptive insights (or more likely mildly entertaining, psychobabulous assertions) can be made about their character. One of the decisions was on a choice between two paths in a forest.
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