By Vishal
Date: 2002 Jun 05
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This is how fate wounds you; It sets you up with the banality of common events, camouflages the danger signals, positions you with kind and mothering hands, whispers graceful cadences and cunning lullabies, and leads you blithely to terrifying reckoning, perhaps to extinction, but always to banality again. If it is not fate then I do not know what to call it, I do not know it's name. But I have felt it's malignant presence through darkness, and sadness and rain. I have felt all the pain of growing older, the hazard of wisdom, and the death of beautiful illusions.