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I am just as good as Rory even though I didn’t graduate Chilton and Yale.

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;

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
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iā€”
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Don’t agree? Well, he’s completely wrong about certain details of Masonry and chooses not to emphasise a few things I think critical for understanding, which leads me to believe he’s either not a Mason (perhaps from a different tradition) or being cagey, still- not far off the mark. I’ll admit I picked up some backstory I was unaware of.