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Every day we live, we die.

Every day we spend living a lesser version of ourselves, a piece of us slips away.

Lost to the moment is the moment's hesitaition.

A righteous man cannont help but to thread the moments of his life, like a string of pearls, with the single thread of his conscious intent.

In this way, fate, destiny, consequence, and divine intervention all become one in the same. The line has been blurred.