Welcome. Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

It is good of you to finally come, though in the end you'll find you were always here.
A magnificent machination multitudinous and contriving itself.
A fiction taking form ever and anon on a whim.

Free will is a funny thing.
Convoluted if anything.
I have seen it though I know eyes can deceive. I did not perceive it as this language may lead you to believe. You see… it was not with my eyes I found this thing; that you and I are and have always been, just not as you are seeing us currently, no, this, just like everything, has never existed, and always has concurrently. Our sameness is in our change; our change is always the same, though often it goes about a new way. So you see… the road before you was paved, and each divergence a choice already made. Traveled more or less there is no difference but the time in which the choice is made.