We never know where we go when we are going, We jest and shut the door; Fate - following behind us -bolts it, And we accost no more

Superiority to fateIs difficult to learn.'Tis not conferred by anyBut possible to earn.

I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us - don't tell! They'd banish us, you know

Dreams are the subtle Dower/ That make us rich an Hour/ Then fling us poor/ Out of the purple door.

God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.

I think of how life takes unexpected twists and turns, sometimes through sheer happenstance, sometimes through calculated decisions. In the end, it can all be called fate, but to me, it is more a matter of faith.