The generator of destiny
is indifferent whether
it is itself a mind
or a system, past or future.
It creates a series
of mirrors, and assignations
with mirrors. It arranges
delusive meetings
and models of the essential
meeting. Whatever
Christ was, for example,
is disappointing: a user,
a taker. More recently,
the decay of democracy
demands one pay lip-service
everywhere, saying
There is no destiny, only
lives – which is silly.
The crank without destiny,
the poor who might have had destinies
had they been rich are no argument
against destiny. And a Friend
isn’t someone who asks me
to “follow him”; he’s unequivocally
on my side. I hear his defense of me, feel
his supportive fists approach
the murk of this place and its voices;
if he can defeat them, I’m real.
frederick Pollack
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Over a Beer