Who can read a crystal ball? But who can, indeed, since there seems to be none. Shakespeare knew, and he knew that, dear Brutus, our fate is not in our stars, but in our weak hearts, that we are underlings. There is no star made for anyone at his time of birth, to shine on until he passes on to the grave. There’s just the first step that one takes at every turn or choice, when the will is stopped and put to the test. Then there’s just the next step that one must keep on taking to finish without let-up the path he’s chosen.
- fgd 040506