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The future is a branching tree of possible outcomes. I keep myself sane by watching all branches, not just fixating on the ones most shrouded in darkness. If a light branch is pruned, I focus on what remains. If a dark branch falls away, I rejoice. I also keep in mind that the tree of time is infinite: there are no leaves, only branches that multiply endlessly into a foggy sky.

- (a gem from the ex-/k/ server)