Inside even the littlest of seeds we find the structure of an entire galaxy, writ with rules, order, and intention, waiting to grow. Not all seeds will do so, however. Most will simply decompose. It's kind of like the creative process, no?
There are more choices then there are days in a lifetime. More choices, always. Some people don't struggle with this. They take it as a statement of fact, as ordinary as the expectation that the sky will be blue. Why ponder the color of the sky? But I ponder, and I know others who do, too.