Trisection

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood..."

Between times when it's a matter of choice and not chance, there remain overflowing connotations. Like the poles, pairs form a consistent phenomena. Right and Wrong are the oversimplified representations of things that'd affect us if chosen. Clearly, the two choices of yes and no, zero and one; float around us-only till the time one of it sinks deep.
         
        "...And sorry I could not travel both..."

True, you cannot travel both the Zero and the One. For that would blur the distinctness between exactly opposite poles, bringing them in planes inclined at other than a hundred and eighty logical degrees to each other.
Somehow, between the Zero and the One, there is an output. I'm not referring to a streak that extends in the plane of the geometric centre of the two planes. No.
Three; and not Two, conceivable dimensions have been chosen for our mind to dwell in. The logic that rests on the obviousness of three dimensions faces little scrutiny. Given the strength of belief with which we assume ourselves to know so much; that's hardly a surprise. We overlook, and we overlook hard.
The next time you find yourself between the claws of yes and no, know. You always have that third path, which you certainly have to engrave for yourself.
Persist Indifferently. That's what the sign board for the third path says. Make it mean the way you like.