First to quote Neal Peart- There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance, With a host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance! A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive The stars aren't aligned Or the gods are malign Blame is better to give than to receive You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill I will choose a path that's clear I will choose Freewill Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect, and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt That's far too fleet You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill I will choose a path that's clear I will choose Freewill How strong my convictions are for these statements! Yet-it is odd, for if I recount my experiences thus far, I come to the conclusion that for all the science and knowledge I have acquired it has only brought to light that there is some kind of natural order, a pervasive essence that has a flow and rhythm, and that in harmony things work out. Ayn Rand would say that you must submit to nature to control it. But what is this driving force that brings about order and what not? If I were fully capable of exercising the knowledge I have (which as we all know, knowledge is power), I could very well shape and mold all around me! Within me I feel a flame that roars with passion and at times I feel that same very flame is but a small flicker, an echo of what it was. They go back and forth, the bright and the dim. So the Spirit is alive. Yet for all its divinity my life is still my own, crafted solely by my words and actions and deeds. I am not a product of my genetics- I am not a product of fate or destiny- I refuse to be bound by any such principles, but instead Be existence simply because. Not for, Not of, Not with, Not without. I can quote all the logic I want. I can give you syllogism in its finest, proving my point. I can argue the spiritual divine and its influence. I can prove myself in words, actions, and deeds. I can believe! But the beauty in life lies in that for all the possession I have of my destiny and the dominion I hold, when it comes to other people, it may not work. You could chalk it up as a variable- You could pen it as a romantic notion- You could argue destiny- But between a man and his brother, A man and his enemies A man and his loves And a man and his lover Only when the two realities can merge can there be that truth. If you gave me a chance Tonight, I would follow Billy Corgan's words and say We'll make things right, we'll feel it all We'll find a way to offer up the night The indescribable moments of your life The impossible is possible Believe in me as I believe in you! Thus-the classic argument.