I've written. I've thought, but ultimately it makes no difference what I put down here. Those who are in prospect to win, will win, and those who are in prospect to lose, will lose. It has all been put together by a force more magnificant than we can comprehend. Like gold, it is a law unto itself, inviolate and incorruptible. It cannot be bribed. It cannot be changed. It cannot be bargained with. It cannot be cheated.

Finalities involving this before us have already been decided. Written by our habits, our behaviors, our words and thoughts, all that has made us up and led us to this point.

Many dissemblers have come along for the joyride, the attraction of wealth, the desire to boast and, perhaps, even if only for a few brief moments, for the chance to be something more than they at their deepest cores know themselves to be. The equaivalent of a drinking game for many. Holding attraction for gamblers, outlaws, common burglers of sorts, looking to make that one big score.

But what happens when the thrill is over? Not much that is of an intoxicating nature. Hurt, despair, embarrassment at the laughter from once so-called friends and admirers.

Of all the early riders, most have gotten off and moved onto something different, something more attractive or interesting. Few are left, but still too many. All that remains to happen now is for the Fates to wait for the last few destined to lose to get out of the game, so that those remaining few will win what they are purposed to win. The torture of time plays havoc with our souls. Time. space and patience remain, and the greatest and most difficult to master, is, of course, patience. Do well, Bull