I believe fate is tangible
you can brush it, feel it, see it sparkle
I believe it is like a cobweb
you can touch it, know it, but it is delicate
I believe that its span is wide
like the web, it can connect many and reach much
I believe in its pattern
every section has its purpose; its use; its affect.
I believe you should not be able to change it
How can you pull one thread alone –
without destroying the whole?
Only its creator, the spider itself, has such an ability.
If I were to believe that I am the master of my fate
Then I must gain that ability; I must become the spider
If I believe that I can have this power
then I must know my fate, and own it.
I believe is therefore redundant.
I must know my fate, and own it.
I must know my fate is tangible
I must know that I can brush its beauty with my fingertips.
I must know that I am the weaver
I may not always recognise my own pattern it its entirety
I know though that I am its ultimate master
I can alter its design by pulling single threads
I accept that mistakes are thus inevitable
I accept then the responsibility of a creator.
I reject ignorance and bliss.
I want knowledge. Power.
I want to weave my own fate.