the tortoise walked and walked and walked until he found himself lost in the woods. he said, “i am lost, and i do not know the way, and the future is dim and hopeless, and there is nothing i can do to escape it. i must accept my fate: i will never return to the village.”
“hi, tortoise,” the guru said. he was meditating nearby.
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fate is the confabulation of the future.
