Fate Laughs At Vanity

Fate Laughs At Vanity
© Surazeus
2026 09 11

Because Fate laughs at vanity of man, 
who dares assert false privilege of strength 
to live beyond assessment of despair, 
I sit on grass beneath the singing tree 
to contemplate why hungry men will fight 
to kill grim rivals in harsh game of power. 

Therefore I laugh at vanity of Fate 
that dares constrain atomic shells of light 
by narrow scope of mental attitude 
that urges our half-blind souls to assert 
concept of free will as pure divine spark 
by which we choose to swerve with random hope. 

I choose my fate within space-time confines 
by how I readjust trajectory 
of forward motion when I manage speed 
through misdirection of psychic intent 
in ways that seem predetermined by state 
of my propensity to play my part. 

If I am programmed by proclivity, 
through disposition designed by my genes, 
to analyze and act in certain ways, 
I wonder if I could control my fate 
since my mind is inclined by preset rules 
to make choices I think are my free will. 

My brain is programmed by experiences 
that my three billion ancestors performed 
with just enough wit to generate life 
so I am product of each choice they made 
as we evolved four hundred million years, 
transforming from fish to deluded god. 

Since I am programmed to behave my way 
through sharp analysis of measured faith, 
based on attention to present milieu 
forming habitat of my current state, 
each choice I seem to assert through free will 
is one I would have made at any rate. 

Each swerve of my courageous will to power 
was programmed by ancestral nerve to act 
in quick response to dangers, as observed, 
so I continue psychic legacy 
of my ancestors to adjust my route 
in harmony with tides of natural change. 

Since Fate will laugh at casual vanity 
that fuels assertion of my free-will choice, 
I laugh in tune with mockery to vibe 
conceptual vision of reality 
so I avoid annihilating death 
just long enough to generate new life.