||[Mar. 6th, 2007|09:33 am]
Wyrd. It's like Fate - only with a taste of pine forests and trailing mist.|
The Greek fates have your number. You can run but you can't hide. The Weird Sisters? Well, they're a little less prescriptive. They show you a path.- a way through the woods. Macbeth didn't have to kill Duncan- or did he?
Fate is imposed. Wyrd is subtler. Wyrd is your secret heart. You want to be King of Scotland, you know you do. Oh go on, admit it...
Me, for instance: not quite successful, incapable of making money, always thwarted when the Big Break seems to be looming- that's my Fate. But the Wyrd thing is I want it that way. I conspire at it.
Wyrd is your project. Agreed between you and the gods. You whittle it like a stick.