Language is in magic. Language is in thought. Imagine what we create; what destinies we’ve fated ourselves and what fates we will ourselves destine.
It has only past and present tension. To destine is to live is to heaven- the ideal. And to fate is to hinder is to hell- … less so. Yet, if destiny is our fate, aren’t we all damned? Or if fate was made our destiny, will we all acclaim? In case, it would seem we’ll receive them both, irregardless.