My first musing
Thoughts At the beginning of life, from, conception we are dealt a hand, be it from a well off hand, or one that could not win against the most incompetent player. You are familiar with tarot cards, yes? All 78 in a deck. Fool, Emperor, Death, or the jester. From birth we are all the fool, a being of unlimited possibilities, able to grow up to be anything we desire. As we age we can change what card or arcana we belong to. However, the thought of life being on rails has occurred to me. The fear of life being an unchangeable series of events, and everything is coded into our life story. That every trial and effort to change our path, is just a curve in our set destination. Much like a railroad, every attempt to be different is just a spin or turn in our path. While the destination doesn’t change, our means of getting there change. Of course, I’d be remiss to forget to mention the ultimate destination of all life, death. We fear the unknown darkness that is expiration. However many of us...