My destiny is a step ahead of me, its footsteps I follow as it sprints before my arm’s grasp. Outreached, I know it to be too great for me upon this earth. For only being a man, how could I contradict nature? Yet knowing this I bow upon my knees, with an ethereal yearning for my sweetheart. The will of the Father is for the pure and even in pulling together the edges of eternity with the strength of my very limbs and bones, I will not surpass the victory of the holy. It is in being pure of heart that I will go beyond, oh my destiny, and I will surpass thee, and be free from your terrible grip upon my heart and conscience. I will soar to her, and I will win, for in the end, she is mine and no else’s. I will grasp eternity by the arm, and pull him towards me, not with mere strength, but with the strength of the gods, of angels, of my loving prayer for thee. And once uttered, I may have the might to grasp eternity by the arm and seize my bride at last.