Lake Tiberias in a Suitcase

If I had the chance to do it all again I wouldn't say yes, no or maybe. I'd look at the chance, watch it spin around a bit, see it beckon, until it like meandered away inconspicuously or dramatically disappear in a puff of smoke, or spiral up to the sky causing grey vermilion stormclouds, or it manifests a finger to tutt- chastise me for not choosing, or absorbs my projection and forms into edvard munch Scream. I haven't arrived at one final resolution of chancing the chance but right now it may as well fulfill the zero response by falling down a rocky valley in a quick straight line down.