I am Cog.  In the Machine.  Disengaged.  Hence, utterly alone.  But I am Cog.  The Great Cog.

Do you believe in Fate?  Perhaps, you know it by its cousin, Kismet?

I think we all believe in Fate.  And we all don’t.

Something about it…that’s undeniable.  Yet something about it…that’s indeterminable.

The problem is that Fate as a monastic entity, i.e, as a monad, or existing alone in and of itself, seems too entirely obsessive to constitute an aspect of genuine human existence.

But what if Fate existed only as Fate₁ or Fate₂ or Fate_n—any number of fates but Fate Itself, The Great Fate.  And, instead of Fate (the Great) flinging you like a rag-doll to an unavoidable predestination, there were several, or even a great number of fates—Fates!—competing to guide you to a final well-defined destination?

Thus the looseness of doom, the fuzziness of choice, remains:  Many Fates are competing for you.  Yet until you open the door and allow free passage to the Fate that happens to be at hand, only life becomes you, as miraculously inventive as the pattern of a  wave’s wash upon ever-shifting sand.