We are conditioned to believe that goodness is restricted, that we need to work the tools of ambition to rise to some illusory summit of nothingness. We are conditioned to believe that we should be what we are not, that what someone else have is better than what we have. This leads us to a false belief in destiny being about a multitude fighting for the same price, while in truth fate is about the journey (an occasional fight) for taking the price that was all along ours. You are not me, and I am not you but still we share sameness in being journeymen and women on this heroic track of our Fate. At every crossroad, at every grove, valley and hill we are confronted with the spirit of choice that challenges us to give out goodness or to retain it. At every juncture of choice we turn inward (at least for a second) and decide to restrict or give – because in truth this is the primitive dynamic in everything we do. We give love to those we feel deserve our love and we give anger ...