Dear Fate

Dear Fate, I hate you. I detest you. I despise you. I loathe you in ridicule. I reject you outright. You are no good Fate. I am sure of it. Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be. I guess you’re right Fate. Thanx for the tip. Thanx for the insight. Thanx for letting us know in advance. You are elusive Fate. We cannot pin you down. You elude our scrutiny. You evade our inspection. You fail to meet the most elementary criterion of science. We cannot prove you wrong Fate. Good for you. But you are wrong Fate. Always wrong. There are no paths to unfold. No destinies to fulfill. No predetermined series of events. Things are not supposed to be as they are Things are not as they are supposed to be We do not abide by your counsel. You got that Fate? You are Calvin’s bread and butter. He your bastard child. Predestined like the rest of us Preacher of kismet and reprobation Of freedom in bondage to sin Why the conundrum, Fate? Things are confusing enough as they are. Why do you trifle with us? Why do you veil your objectives? Do you delight in your trickery? Snicker at our bemusement? Grin and chuckle at us, hapless and unaware? You are despicable Fate. Yahweh at his worst. More ruinous than plagues of grasshoppers and locust. Even death of the first born child. You void all human experience. All the bravery, all the grandeur, all the malice; all the trials and tribulations. All but labors in futility. And you knew it all along. Didn’t you Fate? And another thing, Fate: You are not a mystery. You are neither strange, nor cryptic, nor enigmatic. You are a bore. There is no wonder in predestination. No puzzle to be solved No secrets to reveal Que sera, sera. You offer us nothing Fate. Free us from your grasp. Leave us our volition, our discretion, our Will. Let us try and succeed. Let us try and fail. Leave us to our own devices. Leave us alone.