Parable by Richard Wilbur (reprinted without permission, but hopefully he won't mind)
I read how Quixote in his random ride
Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose
The purity of chance would not decide
Whither to fare, but wished his horse to choose.
For glory lay wherever he may turn.
his head was light with pride, his horse's shoes
Were heavy, and he headed for the barn.
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