I Am Not A Fate

His Outflung Hands Traced Over The Threads Of His Rug, Passed Loop By Loop Through Some Patient Woman's Hands. Or Maybe She Hadn't Been Patient. Maybe She'd Been Tired, Or Irritated, Or Distracted, Or Hungry, Or Angry. Maybe She Had Been Dying. But Her Hands Had Kept Moving, All The Same.

Only The Saints Would Joke So About The Gods, Because It Was Either Joke Or Scream, And They Alone Knew It Was All The Same To The Gods.

But Pain Seems To Me An Insufficient Reason Not To Embrace Life. Being Dead Is Quite Painless. Pain, Like Time, Is Going To Come On Regardless. Question Is, What Glorious Moments Can You Win From Life In Addition To The Pain?

Experience Suggests It Doesn't Matter So Much How You Got Here, As What You Do After You Arrive.

Do It For Yourself. The Universe Will Be Around To Collect Its Cut Later.