Is it not the case that many a life journey starts out in the opposite direction to its destiny?
If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for hanging dead.
She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.
But I marry myself. I take my fate as within.
If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?
Is beauty enhanced or adulterated by utility?