Alea Iacta Est: The Die Is Cast
We cross the Rubicon with every action or inaction during every waking hour. All our actions or inactions have consequences from which there is no return. We are travelling in a one-way street in life
Where's the line, That line of Rubicon? Once you cross, There's no coming back? That river of the Rubicon When Ceaser crossed, Deep in the past, A die was cast. We cross that Rubicon every moment, every day, And cannot escape from the outcome. We travel on a one-way street, From the day we were born, Like an unidirectional vector in space, Where u-turn is frowned upon, Nay, well nigh futile. Every word we utter, Every step we take, We cross that imaginary line, That takes us further afield, From our innocent childhood days, To that day when we bid farewell to our mortal selves. When does one cross that final line? How does one know? That compels one to break free, From all the mortal bind, Nurtured over time With love and strive? So mindful dear friends, As you travel through your lives, Crossing the Rubicon, Every day and night, To that unknown port of call, To reach the end of the line, From where there's no return.