I personally believe in it. There are people I am fated to meet, fall in love with. People I am fated to care for regardless of the distance.
It doesn't matter if I took the path less traveled, I would still meet you.
And the coincidences that happen to follow you? Those numbers that keep popping up, that color that is always around? Are just path markers. The more you see them, the more you know you're on the right path.
People leading you to people leading you to love. Or a toss down a flight of stairs leading you to the one you marry.
But in the morning, when the sun rises; and the evening, when the sun sets, there is no fate. Everything and nothing is possible.
All the choices
Constantly falling cadences keep suggesting the end of something. The plaintive melody builds up a sense of loss, of finality, of nothing more being left, which is profoundly sad.
Yet, in the midst of the mournful passages, again and again there's a reprise, the original refrain reappearing as an assurance that there's been no break in continuity, a reaffirmation of the singers' former declaration of otherness...other values... introducing a hopeful note at the very point where a tragic climax might seem imminent and inevitable.
But then, immediately afterwards, sombre low notes restore the later version, so that two different conclusions are presented simultaneously and without any perceptible bias towards either....In the end one is left to choose between them; an choice implying the non-existence of a fixed or final form of reality, for which is substituted the idea of all eventualities being equally plausible or unlikely.
-- Anna Kavan MeRcUrY