02.11.2025
S: The other day, I had to look up the exact meaning of ‘providence’.
A: It is an old fashioned word.
S: To me, it means ‘fate’. In the dictionary, they talk about the plan of god.
A: Do you believe in fate? You always talk of it. And do you believe in the Mother Goddess?
S: Fate is real. I was chosen for my destiny. The prayer of the people. The prayer of my mother. The names I have been given. My origin. The myths tell of the hero born against death in the most humble of backgrounds. Of children that are pursued by murders from infancy. And the Mother is real as an ideal. The perfect warrior. The one that protects.
A: You are not religious. How can you believe?
S: I am Indian. Our philosophy comes from religion. From the stories. That is how we transmitted our knowledge and culture.
A: Is it then your fate to be all alone in this world? Is that what your Mother decides for you?
S: That is for time to tell. In this whole world, can there be one who opens their arms for an embrace? Or do all have their arms folded and their fists clenched?
A: Dream of an embrace. Rupture is deadly.
fate has asked for hardness
and freedom from fear
destiny has demanded desolation
and the peerless demands a peer
diary of a lone man 