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Are We Puppets?
A discussion between fate, destiny, and free will in a bar
Three marionette masters in my life. Fate, destiny, and free will. I almost said our lives, but that is no way to tell a story. One should always write in the first person. Please do not instruct. Tell my story. Others will identify and make it their own. That is the greatest lesson I learned in the flawed rooms of shame known as AA — hear the feelings from which to empathize not the facts from which to distinguish. That is how a master inspires. Not by teaching and God forbid, not by preaching. A master shares a piece of himself. He shows vulnerability. He shows he is human — I show I am human.
Destiny, fate, and free will. Can we coexist? Of course, we can. Our soul contracts are just improvisational scripts. Fate provides an escape hatch from judgment, lest anyone cast stones they cannot absorb. Me thinks it’s time for a poem — form to emerge on its own — maybe just a joke — what do you think Clem Samson — creative nonfiction for sure — your story partially inspired this morass.
Fate, destiny and free will
All saddle up to the bar
Each insists pick up the tab
So many egos
Each insists preeminent
Bourban shots downed all around
Soul manifests a bucket
Self-righteous…
