A Place of Safety in Letters of Renaissance

Is fate within you and I? When I was younger I was sure that fate was folly created. I chose books of philosophy that I found personally interesting, but not all wholesome to my entirety.
Eventually, entirety reveals itself to each and every one of us. I am sure of it. We only recognize it if we want to. We can only accept it if we can at the same time acknowledge what we know could be wrong. We, you and I, are wrong. Admit to it and move on.
I cannot say whether or not fate exists within you and I. But I’m willing to say I’ve been wrong all along.
A place of safety stripped away with every pause I feel in time among the ironies. I’m faced with allowing you in and not knowing all the reasons why.