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Tuesday, March 04, 2003

Serendipity

Life is only serendipity.
Sit down and enjoy yourself.
All the best things in life are free,
And everything better comes by pure chance.
Destiny has a merry, lilting spirit.
Who doesn’t smile at the word coincidence?


Is anything coincidence?
Nothing gets done relying on serendipity.
You must make your life yourself.
Nothing comes for free,
On a silver platter by chance.
We cannot live on whimsy and spirit.


We cannot live without that gaiety of spirit
Who else finds balance in coincidence?
There is no other serendipity,
Than what you find within yourself.
There is nothing more free
Than the happy mediums of chance.


Fate contests the existence of chance,
The belief insults her spirit.
Isn’t she the mistress of such “coincidence”?
She has woven this so-called serendipity.
You only wish you had chanced these things yourself.
One cannot argue with destiny, we aren’t that free.


Never is anyone the more free,
Than when they fly upon the wings of chance
Following wherever a capricious spirit-
And, to be sure, coincidence,
Will take them. Serendipity
Is what you make of it yourself.


When thinking only of yourself
To be sure, you are free
But where’s our happy chance
To save us from your sprit
Of relying on coincidence?
Selfishness attributed to love of serendipity.


Without the love of serendipity to save you from yourself,
And from society, with free and wondrous chance not loss of charge.
Is our spirit of coincidence so lost?


Sonja wrote until blood formed on her brow and she fell from exhaustion at 10:15 PM

On nous fait croire qu'on n'a plus le choix,
Que ce sera chacun pour soi,
Qui priera pour nous ?

I liked it, as far as I understood. Figure it out yourself.

Sonja wrote until blood formed on her brow and she fell from exhaustion at 10:02 PM