Fate, Kismet, Destiny

Your name is your destiny. Oidipous, Swollen-foot. The only trouble is, your name speaks your destiny only in the way the Delphic Sibyl does: in the form of a riddle. Only as you lie on your deathbed do you realize what was meant to be “Tamerlane” or “John Smith” or “K.” A Borgesian revelation.

John Maxwell Cotezee (Here and Now)

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