I tend not to believe in fate, destiny, in the movement of the planets and if they have some cosmic impact in our daily lives. I like to think we have free will, that we can willingly and consciously choose to act or not, to speak or not, to assume responsibility for the path we walk.
And then there are times like these, when every project I begin is ripped out of my hands and flung into the abyss. When odd asteroid-problems hurdle out of the blackness and take a chunk out of my reality. When all attempts at communication are nothing more than pathetic soundwaves that cannot escape the gravity void and are pulled into eternal silence.
Are the galactic energies working against us right now? Is there such a thing as a supernatural power or powers that can control us? Do they always control us, and only occasionally, when our mortal whims happen to coincide with the overarching plan, do we start to believe, falsely and with supreme illusion, that we have any say in our lives?
I sit on the edge of the black hole and wonder. It feels like all I can do for now.