Fate (n.) is something we carry with us — and it carries us.
Fate (n.) is one purpose made of all purposes, as the world is one body made of all bodies.
Fate (n.) is not tempted by naming a natural event, any more than by speaking of grain being reaped.
Fate (n.) is to be loved: love only what happens, what was destined — there is no greater harmony.
Fate (n.) is to be loved: love only the event that comes upon you and is bound to you by Destiny.
Fate (n.) weighs out each event as if on scales: look closely and every one is not just right overall but exactly right.
Fate (n.) is prescribed to each part almost in the medical sense: for the health of the Whole, and so of every other part.
Fate (n.) twined your existence and everything that happens to you from the same strands; what befalls you has been waiting since the beginning of time.
Fate (n.) is to be surrendered to wholly and willingly — yield yourself to the chain of causes and let it dispose of you as it pleases.
Fate (n.) is the universe's prescription: as a doctor prescribes cold baths or walking barefoot, nature prescribes sickness, blindness or loss — harsh, but for health.