Once again, I have walked without hesitation over the edge of the cliff I cannot see beyond. The cliff is the moment of descision, a moment beyond my control, where I place my fate in the hands of some other, and with faith I pray that the universe will resolve it’s self into the form it was meant to take on. But that form may be the form I least desire, may be the form most harmful to me; but it will be, no matter what, the form the universe should take. And though I may not like it, it is as it was meant to be, and I must thus accept it, for there is no power of man nor god which can change the shape of the universe once it has happend. The past can never be changed, and we as products of our individual pasts can only change as our past lengthens and our future shortens.
The shape of the universe is something great and terrible; it is more horrifying and mind numbing than anything Lovecraft could have imagined, yet more beautiful and perfect than any fractal or flower. How we as simple mortal beings come to terms with this is a puzzle beyond reconing. Yet some of us do, and even a few of us begin to understand the glorious and horrible symitry of existence. And with that understanding comes the willingness to have faith, to walk off the cliff we cannot see beyond, and know that the outcome, no matter what it is, is what is meant to be. Because, sometimes, the universe means for us not to fall, and gives us wings to fly with. And when we fall, we know we fall because we were not meant to fly, and smile as the rocks below rise up to greet us.
This is the way of choise.