What if I told you that one’s entire life had been decided by fate?
That every single one of your actions, from the minute to the monumental, stems not from your own choices, but had already been decided upon?
That life being a journey of limitless possibilities is but an illusion, and no matter how fiercely man struggles, he stands at the mercy of a long-established path?
The wealthy shall know their riches,
The needy shall starve on the streets,
The wicked shall be wicked, the righteous just.
The beautiful, the hideous,
The strong, the frail,
The fortunate and the miserable…
The victors and the defeated.
What if I told you that all such things had been carved into stone eons before, not allowing for any divergence?
If so, then sinners have nothing to answer for, and saints have no true virtue to their name.
What if I told you that not a single action is carried out of one’s own volition, but had been decided long ago?
That we are merely being drifted along in the ocean of time?
I ask of you – do you feel content with such a world?
A world in which power is merely given, not earned – would you willingly bend the knee to a throne built upon such falsities?
A universe where the sinless have-nots are opressed and downtrodden – would you allow such a world to exist?
Never, I say. Never!
Those who, in possession of such knowledge, can still laugh joyfully, oblivious of what it means to be truly alive are but slaves, the lowest of the low, hardly deserving to be called human beings.
Nothing dampens the spirit like the stale wine of an unearned victory.
Nothing is more unbearable than bitter defeat against the chains of destiny.
Should ceaslessly repeating this farce, this slander of the highest order be the fate of mankind… very well, if such is the case, I, shall struggle against those chains with all my might.