Forkbolt: Definition #7

First of all, I like the idea of text as an infinite labyrinth. The never-ending forks in the garden of my life sure seem to point to an intuitively infinite number of possible futures. Thus arises my war with causality and effortlessness of birthing infinite possibilities. The infinite set of forks not taken, somehow does not diminish the infinites set of forks taken. Unless there is a terminating condition. Clearly, the final fork taken makes the attainment of infinite paths along the forks ... pause, perhaps. Neither Borges' meta-text, nor the fictional Ts'ui Pen's text/labyrinth succeed at this chain of infinity. Their causal agency are both, brilliantly and mind-bendingly, in the past. The possible future is neither true nor false. Does the forked bolt hit the ground?