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I really want to leave the rest to fate, and fate to rest, but I fear that fate is weary. And, as we know, there is no rest for the weary. I have faith that fate will understand.

And in that at least we have faith don't we? Don't we?

That we do, brother man. That we do. YEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWWWW Preach, brother! Preach!