I am a deep believer in what is meant to be. Not that I have no say, for fate comes about in part by what one does in this life; but to believe that one is part of a grand tapestry that is spelled by destiny. I know not what to say to one that has had tragedy happen to him or her, and I must remain mute rather than say that some higher purpose is in it — I cannot really even think such things. And myself, perhaps I would think differently if tragedy fell on my shoulders, as well. But as far as I have gone, I believe I have glimpsed the silver wheels turning in the machinery behind the curtain of night. Not so that I might use it to any advantage, for they are not built for such purposes: but that reason exists for what transpires. Meaning to the most outside happenings.
