Seize the Present

Wanderer, at the crossing of these ways well met! We have no sure knowledge whence we have come or whither we shall go, only we are here. But let us meet in each other our own true selves, forgetting lineage, confessing we owe our being not only to great kings but to tinkers tailors, beggar men, thieves, to harlots as to queens. Is Providence our parent, mere Chance, or both? If Certainty you seek, he will lead you to some cold place by a bony hand. Seize the present and make shared ignorance our bond, frailty our strength, then we shall not fear the fall of dice, the sweeping scythe, for these release us the very moment they would claim their prize.