Since you are born from that moment, you are doomed to go back. This is the middle of the tortuous ordeal, smooth joy is your destiny.

Fate is always there with you, always.

Do not fear it's a mystery, although sometimes it is unfathomable; Do not be afraid of its impermanence, although sometimes it come and go without leaving a trace.

Do not bow down to the fate of the grotesque and it left to the mercy of it. So your old age, looking back, you will find, in your hands the fate of half, only the other half was in God's hands. All your life is that: use your hands to get owned by the hands of God.

The more extraordinary your efforts, your hands grasp the more that half of the huge, you get the more fruitful.

In your despair, do not forget the fate of their own half; when you get carried away, do not forget the fate of God's hands and half.

The effort is to your life: your own half to get half of the hands of God.

This is the fate of life; this is the fate of a lifetime.