It's as if...
The whole Universe conspires to
Push you in a certain direction.
Conscious choice along with
Unconscious choice is what determines
How you'll get to your destination.
Yet, being as the planets were set in motion
Long before we were but a twinkle in our father's eye...
The moment we entered this world was already laced
Within the cosmos.
Like an intricate machine.
Dropping pieces into place at the exact moment.
For just the right effect.
For just the right purpose.
We can think
We've got our own mind and choice yet,
Every choice we make is a choice that was chosen
Long before we knew we had one.
~I.S~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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Although I now believe this to be somewhat true! There's still an infinite way for us to choose, if it's was ment to be then it will become a loop but time is the prospective we are yet to lose! When the burden is gone you see how the rest of the animal kingdom does it too....
. Thanks for the inspiration
Keep being you
Much peace and respect
I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
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