"B is for Basil assaulted by bears"
Does anyone remember, of how in the story of Little Red Riding Hood, it was always best to follow the path, than wandering off ways, because inner nature gets the best. Depending on what is told to be lurking in the woods, weather fairing, and just a moment to play brave. It all matters on that. Basil is no different, wanting to expand his mind.
Daring to own the woodlands, as one mark to own, that nothing is out of reach, nothing. In thought of that, god complex is one own dying wish. But with that flex of god complex, what is that when hearing words; dying. No god can die, no, it is only the woods. At day, it is nothing. For night it is the same, in thought that is. Yet sadly, the paths of the woods, are seen but by night, they are forgotten and with reason.
All this brings out, on finding one's fate, trying to break away from everything given, that there is more to everything. There is no lie, nor finding that truth, not yet anyway. How in so of that, our token of chance here, is Basil, he is nothing more than a tool to explain fates, troubles, and break away from said unbend chapters.
Basil could have stayed in bed, go out and play in the woods at day with friends, finding something to bring home as a trophy to brave the bright green jungles. Yet, no, he did not, he went against what likely kept him safe, and did what he thought, coming to the price of this life.
Looking back on that now, no, it doesn't mean it's the same for everyone; it was just something that happens to one being. One person, who wanted to be something, fate didn't have sign for him. It goes for everyone, to believe in fate or not, goes to them and where it goes is also to them. And to that, makes life interesting, even if a life was lost for it all.
Doesn't come close to how Basil felt, when he turned around and saw what lives in the woods, what lived in the unknown, coming to terms. That he made a mistake, why not, see it through as the girl with a red hood did too?