There is nothing called fate. Fate does not exist. Fate is ever
unreal. Fate does nothing. Only imagination is such. Except the
state of a corpse, motionless is not seen in this world. The
acquisition of results arises out of movement or action.
Therefore fate is nonsensical. Fate has been fashioned by fools.
Those having that as the highest object are destroyed. But the
wise have arrived at this position of excellence by means of
manly effort. Among those with weak intellects, fate is only a
consolation in their sorrow. This is a comforting word. Really,
there is no fate. The attainment of fortunate or unfortunate
things of a result accomplished by fruitful human effort in this
world is described by the word ‘fate.’ On obtaining the results
of one’s own actions, those statements such as ‘this is so
circumstanced,’ have attained fame by the name ‘fate.’ Under
those very circumstances, the firm belief that there is fate is
assumed by the foolish on account of wrong perception, just as a
snake is assumed in a r