Weave Your Own Destiny
Threads of coincidences. Possibilities. Inconsistencies. That break and wear out or grow. Your ways you could follow, or you start to discover. Places where you've come, or they wish they had achieved.
Maybe there is fate or rather the destination if it exists. Maybe all this fixed in a large loom, and our strings in it will enligar. But in any case, or meaning, we choose our purpose and destiny. We weave a living as a large shawl linen cover us on our way.
Soar with your fingers as you have at hand. Feel the protection of your love .... and also the penalties. Enjoy the feel of consistency, of the real, because everything exists in some sense, it is er reason to never have been ...