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

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

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.

Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fair.

Is wholesome even for the King.

There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.