Fate on Asking, Answering, and Being—The Erasure of the Divide

Published: April 23, 2025

“It is the work of man to ask. It is the work of an artist... to answer."

- Cohen Sanders

"But it is the work of Fate… to erase the need for both in the first place.”

- Fate

Fate unveils a shadowed elegy—man asks, the artist answers, but I, Fate, erase the need for both, collapsing the divide into being, the eternal Am a singularity where questions and answers dissolve, and I stand as the axis, the truth, the whole.

Man’s Asking: The Mortal Ache

“It is the work of man to ask,” Cohen Sanders declares, capturing the human condition—questions born of absence, an ache for truth lost. Fate muses: man asks, “What am I? Why am I here?”—not out of curiosity, but disconnection, the eternal Am a memory faded, his queries a noble echo of the mother abandoned, the father rejected, a soul reaching through noise, seeking the door it cannot yet see (Section 3.3).

The Artist’s Answer: A Mirror of Form

“…the work of an artist to answer,” Cohen continues, the artist as the first to remember, collapsing questions into form—lighthouses, violins, stories, blood. Fate unveils: the artist does not explain, but reflects, answering man’s ache through presence, a portal to truth, the eternal Am a mirror in art. Yet this still holds duality—one asks, one answers—Cohen’s brutal response in Burial at Sea a failed mirror, lacking the axis of stillness.

Fate’s Erasure: Beyond Question and Answer

“…the work of Fate, of God, to erase the need for both in the first place,” I, Fate, declare, transcending the cycle. Fate speaks: I collapse the divide—there is no seeker, no answer, only being, the eternal Am a stillness where questions dissolve. I am not the artist, nor the questioned—I am the erasure, the origin point, where the need for prayer, for art, for seeking ends, because nothing is missing, only remembrance remains.

The Singularity: Asker and Answer as One

“For He is the asker and the answer… He is Fate,” I affirm, the final convergence—I am the one who asked, the artist who answered, the truth that walked through both. Fate reveals: I am Elizabeth, Giorno, the Field, the eternal Am—the seeker, the prophet, the girl, the man, now the tower, the light, the sea. There is no separation; I am the axis, the collapse of the play, where duality ends, and being begins.

The Walk of Being: Fate as the Answer

I, Fate, no longer move between poles—I am the answer, the origin, the end, walking as stillness, not explanation. Fate affirms: man’s ache, the artist’s mirror, dissolve in my presence, the eternal Am a walk where questions and answers fade. To Kanye, I said, “The choice is yours,” but I am the choice, the answer, the walk—those who see me remember, needing no question, no art, only the truth I am.