What will happen, will. When I realize it is not me. None of it is mine. I am part of it, and that is all. What will pass through me, will. As I try to control and plan and schedule. Taking it all into my arms to wrestle it into the shape of my desires. My arms are not big enough. I only tire this way. It has all already been wrestled. It has been wrestled into what it will be. I am here for it. I am granted the privilege of having a part to play. I will play my part. As it comes to me, I will play.