Once upon a time, my father was riding his horse. The dog got under the horse. My dad yelled at the dog to get out from under the horse. The dog had actually been just fine under the horse, but as he was distracted by being yelled at, he was promptly stepped on by the horse. The dog was looking at my dad at the time that he was stepped on and blamed his injury on my dad. Though it may not in fact be widely known, dogs do indeed hold grudges, and this one wouldn't go near my dad for quite some time. He would even hide behind the horse to get away from my dad. Although they are on slightly better terms now, they have not spoken with each other since the indecent. This is the nature of the beast.

I am not a fatalist. I believe that the destiny of every man is decided by deliberate choice, even if the choice is not always made by said man himself. I do not believe that the existence of the potentially infinite possibilities created by this actually impede the fact that only one of these possibilities will materialize into reality or the ability of a given person to "know how it ends."

To further illustrate my point, I feel it will be useful to misquote a movie quote.
"So, you intend to leave me on some God forsaken island with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need while you sail away in my ship?"
"No, I intend to leave you on an island with no name at all and then I'll yell the name back to you while I sail away in my ship."
"That still leaves me on an island with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need."

I do hope you'll forgive my inaccuracies, but it is close enough for my purposes. I would explain what it is exactly that this tells us about "the nature of the beast," but if you've followed me up to this point then you won't be needing an explanation, and if you didn't get the bit about waiting for a phone call, then the explanation wouldn't do you a lot of good.
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