in the lines

I have a lot on my mind and opened up the blog to do an update before the weekend but have now decided not to. I am, however, contemplating how we end up where we end up - fate, god's will, our ability/inability to choose, parents, whatever else and am at least glad its not concretely defined by the lines on our hands. If it were, I'd already have my pocket knife out, ready to carve.

I keep thinking of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale or Marge Piercy's He, She and It (my all-time favorite feminist sf book). How we might be defined, through a historical lense, by our society, our government's leanings, and those with the largest mouths (and wallets) rather than our interpretation (however fleeting) of our own persons.