When you look across the sweeping plains of history, two types of moment tend to dominate the discussions.
You tend to start with the obvious highpoints, the history book moments. The decision not to launch the terrible weapons, the sniper taking a shot at the crazed dictator, the moment a society collapses.
But then you tend to drift towards the butterfly moments, the moments where by doing one small, insignificant thing, someone dies, or doesn’t die, and that changes everything.
And they are both important, yes.
But the small moments that don’t matter, that’s where humanity can be truly judged.