I believe that life has paths. Like time, I believe that fate is relative.
I believe that we are born with almost a… grab-bag of events… so to speak… and that those events are all encompassing. the majority of them will probably never occur, but that, call it God, fate, destiny, or what have you, whatever it is… will provide these moments… these… blips of quantum opportunity, where the paths of infinite individuals in infinite ways may, or may not cross your path. Where ideas, inventions, revelations may, or may not come… These things… these grand evolutions of our individual psyches, and existences have influences that may be instant, or may not fully take effect for years to come.
We sometimes, I believe, have suggestions on our paths. Moments that reoccur… items that keep popping up in our existential trail, sometimes people, sometimes opportunities, any number of things, they can be, but for us they have ample significance from the start, and only grow. durnesque-esque is a prime example of that sort of cosmic, or divine suggestion. A repeated anvil dropped from an increasingly greater height until you finally understand/are ready to understand their true relevance, significance, and importance to your particular path, because humans, comparatively to a cosmic being(s), are dumb as hell. We (Sarah, and I) met a number of times, and came across each other’s paths for years before either of us considered joining one another’s trail, much less becoming a single unit.
Now, does that mean that I believe in predestination? No. I believe that all stories have a beginning, and an end, but that there are infinite endings, infinite beginnings, and infinite options along that path. What I do believe is that whatever deity,or deities may have laid out your particular “grab-bag” knows, has known, and will know every option, every detail, and every facet. I believe it (life) is a metaphorical quantum engine of divine possibility, and the calculations had to be detailed before your particular journey in the machine was programmed in. God, as I believe, is a benevolent entity of pure creative force who gives human-kind free reign over its own fate, despite capacity for direct influence, much in the same fashion as a parent to a child.
Our existence, I believe, is an incomprehensibly large illustration of parenthood, where God is constantly trying to give us the best tool-set, the best options, the best everything, but it’s ultimately up to us to see, choose, take, understand, etc…
Imagine the capacity for love of a parent who brings into existence this person, whoever they may be, who goes on to make one decision that spirals out, and its tendrils effect an unimaginable number of individuals, and those decisions, however small, have innumerable impacts on the existences of the rest of humanity for the rest of time, but that deity still looks at the rest of its creations, and, while pained at the actions of that one or of many, it still loves, still gives, still hears, and still holds its flock when it needs it most.
Perfect example: Some artist trained some other, who trained and studied their whole life only to have their study and training culminate in telling a young boy named Adolf that he was mediocre. That young boy grew to hate that artist, and his own father’s lack of care, and his own weakened psyche created the perfect breeding ground for untold, however unfounded, hatred for not only the previously stated artist, but that artist’s bloodline, and, eventually, entire people. This coupled with education, influence, and a perfect societal climate in Adolf’s home country laid the perfect scenario for something truly tragic to become a lasting identity for an entire nation, and a lasting scar for an entire race. Even amid the horror inflicted, however, there was an equally infinite number of laudable, incredible acts of goodness, charity, wonder, grace, humanity, love, honor, bravery, etc. that allowed a generation to be called “The Greatest.”
This, in my mind, is the beauty, and the horror of attempting to comprehend “fate,” however: if one thing is set, the so, too, is everything else. If God is a loving god, and gives, cares, and holds… why does that same deity so flippantly take away? How can they be the same god?
For me, it’s simply this: God gives. God gives infinitely… It is we who take away. We things on this earth, we imperfect beings, we innocent many, we unknowing, instinctual denizens of earth, and the cosmos that do as mortal, fleshy creatures must. Ours is mortality, and through it we have the power to destroy the works of a divine being(s), or glorify them. To love, and encourage, or break and tear down… We are, according to my faith, granted a power only God, apart from us, has ever had: free will. Through that will, we have the capacity to be of Godly benevolence, or of mortal baseness. That, I believe is beautiful. What a strangely fitting, and glorious thing, that this being that creates, and could demand beyond reasoning, chose rather, for life, to allow.
We are so many curving, weaving threads of a relative tapestry of all existence, and our strings are spun of both increasing and decreasing threads of unknowable quantity and variety. That is what I believe.
What a beautifully colorful construction of hope and love we are.