03 – The Cosmic Hand of Fate
Dear Homo Sapiens of Earth:
The sun had long set, and he was still alive. So he had averted death, for now, but what of his life?
“Thank you for saving me,” he said out loud.
“Thank YOU for not crashing, my sentient Earthly vehicle.”
“So I saved myself, for now, But my fate still remains. Its manifestation is just postponed. What am I destined for? Is the rest of my life written in the stars. If so, what does it say?”
“Ask a specific question.”
“What matters to you most, other than yourself, that is.”
“I’d say this planet.”
“And what would you want to know about it?”
“I want to know its fate.”
So I gave him a riddle: “Build a circle with a thousand stones. Write on a piece of paper the following words: ‘THE EARTH WILL SUCCUMB TO HUMAN DESTRUCTION.’ Crush the paper into a ball, and place it at the center of the circle. If the Earth is destined to integrate and transcend, then, before you see the sun again, a cosmic hand of fate will reach inside the circle and reduce the paper ball to ashes. If not, the Earth would die.”
He did as instructed, eagerly, by moonlight. By the time he was done, it was half way between dusk and dawn. Needless to say, it was the longest night of his life. There he sat in front of the circle of stone, shivering, praying. Several times, he nodded off, just to jolt awake again to realize that the paper ball with the message of doom was still where he had left it, intact.
I heard his prayer. It contained “God” and “Allah” and “Vishnu” and “Buddha”, and every deity in between, even “Zeus” and “Isis”, and even non-deities like the “Tao”, but basically, he was praying for fortune for his planet Earth.
“Pray not for fortune, but for courage to face misfortune,” I said to him in between prayers.
His spiritual house-of-cards crumbled. “Is this your way of saying that the Earth won’t make it?”
“It is not in my place to tell you one way or the other. Only the Cosmic Hand of Fate can do that.”
The prayers ended. In their place was a crushing sense of self-doubt and resignation.
Imperceptibly, the eastern sky had begun to lighten. The paper ball was lying there still. The circle of stone had remained inert and cold. His heart, which had been sinking by the minute, hit rock bottom.
But as the breaking dawn threatened to shatter in this fateful night, a Cosmic Hand of Fate did reach into the circle and reduce it to ashes. In the rays of the rising sun, he regarded this Cosmic Hand of Fate, one still holding a smoldering match, which was his own.
I am Raminothna,
the Fortunate and Called Upon,
at your service.
Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE)
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)