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96 Amit Bobrov
second God-ordained fate,” he explained.
“I understand,” I said.

“Now, in between, you’ve got the last kind of fate called
‘experience’,” he said and drew the word ‘experience’ in the
sand. “This is where your freedom of choice comes in. You
can do whatever you want between those two fates, birth and
death, and this is the fate that matters, since it is the one that
is yours to shape as you see fit. And you shape it by making
choices. For this fate, God gave us a guidebook, to tell us how
to experience a good life. But he doesn’t force us to travel his
way, you can experience life in any way you want,” he explained

at length.
“I understand,” I replied, thinking this over. His words were
clear, but I wanted to protest.
“I’m happy boyo,” He replied awkwardly. He wasn’t happy at
all.
“You say we have no control over birth and death, but have
control over our life,” I said.

“Yes …” He agreed preparing for my challenge.
“But I say in life, we have little to no control at all. For you see,
we’ve got rules, and people telling us what to do and what’s
right and wrong, even what’s proper to fink.”
“Of-course, freedom is a valuable thing, and one must always
be mindful and protect one’s freedom,” he replied. It was a
statement which seemed filled with flaws, although sounding
pleasing to the ear.
“I fink freedom is an idea, but it doesn’t exist in real life.

Suppose society crumbled and there were no nobles, no soldiers,
no rules … each person would have to fight for everything, to
protect his family, to gather food. A world without rules will be
a dark world indeed,” I said, and I had more to say, but I wanted