we all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny, capabale of determining our own fate.
but have we truly any choice in when we rise?
or when we fall?
or does a force larger than ourselves bid us our direction?
is it evolution that takes us by the hand?
does science point our way?
or is it God who intervenes, keeping us safe?
for all his bluster, it is the sad province of man that he cannot choose his triumph.
he can only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes.
hoping that he’ll have the courage to answer.