Last night my best pal and I watched Mission of the Shark, a lovely little made-for-TV lookin’ movie about the sinking of the USS Indianapolis with both Stacy Keach and David Caruso. Towards the end, Stacy Keach has the opportunity to meet the Japanese feller who sunk his boat. I don’t remember the exact exchange, but it went something like this:
Bowing Jap Feller: Do you believe in fate?
Stacy Keach: I am trying to accept mine.
Which got me to thinking. Trying to accept fate seems like it would be totally impossible. Perhaps impossible is the wrong word. But if it happens, surely it’s a product of fate itself and no amount of trying to make it happen actually makes sense. The same goes for the whole amor fati thing -> Either fate exists and you are fated to love or hate fate or fate doesn’t exist, shit happens, and you try your best to love the debris.
So, Norns, what’s the score? In the lore, Guðrún tries to outwit the ladies:
Guðrúnarhvöt 13:
To the sea I went,/ my heart full sore / For the Norns, whose wrath / I would now escape; / But the lofty billows / bore me undrowned, / Till to land I came, / so I longer must live.
… but it doesn’t work. So if it’s inescapable, either loving it not not loving it or accepting it or not accepting it doesn’t really figure into anything, and to waste energy thinking about it or loving it or lamenting it is just silly. To say nothing of how stupid one would have to be to write a blog post about it.
Fuck.
