What is destiny—a mechanical fact, a theoretical possibility, a concept, a superstition, a mere word? Ian McCullough was inclined to think one or another of these depending upon his mood. Destiny, the seemingly benign verso of fate.

From our birth we are all dying, but some of us finish sooner than others.

At one point she said something along the lines of: 'But if the soul is ageless, I don't know why we should be so worried about all this', then realized that it was all right just to relax and talk about superficial subjects.

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: At the time, no one knew what was coming.

Written By Haruki Murakami

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