Still, isn’t there something special about living a section of your life that you couldn’t now imagine not having? I think this is the essence of the lure of fatalism to people; that certain parts of the past, however fixed and unchangeable, lead us to the present and the future possibilities, of which everything in those time periods is meant to be.
The last of us, my sleeping aged king, The last of us, and mine is hero’s work: Defending my expired kingdom, bound To wander weaponless beneath the kirk. Enshrined in splendour’s shadow, ravens caw And banquet on the scores of unburnt dead; O where’s the hand that guided us before, For whose heroic fame we […]