27: Fate

I could say God directs my pen, but I wouldn’t want to blame him if my words did not inspire. I could say the music made me do it, that every word was set from the moment I was born, and this, too, had its causes, ad infinitum, as if there were no God (or he were hopelessly distant), and no free will (or it were hopelessly weak), but I choose not to say so. Chance? These are not chance patterns, although I will not deny an element of chance. Sometimes an explanation would be too labored, when one wants neither to claim credit nor to blame it on anything else, but one recognizes an inevitability. I could say an explanation would be too labored, that I neither want to claim credit or blame it on anything else.

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