Fate can only be determined, because as people, whatever fills our cups, we can only be so much, even our greatness, it simplifies and binds us, the values we hold so dear, it becomes our binding chains, and as the river flows, all we do is within the bounds of predictability, like the expectation of chemical reactions between two elements, and as people we can only see with two eyes and one perspective, the jar binds us, as the rest of the universe is outside our vision, a story complete and contained, actions and appropriate reactions, this perspective is oddly close to racism, but does that have anything to do with it, as a human I can only be wrong, sinners bound within the legion, is it science, or is it magick and aliens…

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.