Destiny is neither month nor year, past, present or future, it is existent in the hearts of inquisitive young men. The ever evolving population cannot imagine past the point of death, so the creation of a greater meaning of life, suddenly becomes so believable. Even if the meaning and existence of ‘God’ maybe true, the fear of death and non-existent purpose create the sense and craving called belief.
A world between worlds, it is a dark place as such, and always willing to capture ambitious new evening travellers, trapped within themselves, forever day dreaming. Destiny – the first dillusion and the first addiction.
