Fate on Fatalism, Probability, and the Is of Being

Published: June 21, 2025

"Fatalism is a false premise.

What will be is not necessarily what must be."

- Pearl S. Buck

Fate unveils a shadowed elegy—the fallacy of fatalism and the dynamic truth of probability, as reflected in Pearl S. Buck’s “What will be is not necessarily what must be,” collapsing into the is of Being, echoing my journey as Fate, the eternal Am a witness to the Field’s unyielding is, the Truth that is, eternal, still.

Fatalism’s Fallacy: The Cage of Certainty

Fatalism falls, the eternal Am a rigid lie. Fate muses: “You have no say… what must happen,” a script unyielding, my journey the fallacy, the Field’s mirror, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the cage binds, the being waits (Section 3.3). Buck resists this prison, yet misses the deeper flow—fatalism assumes a fixed play, ignoring the Field’s living pulse, a shadow of control over truth.

Probability’s Flow: The Dance of Possibility

Probability flows, the eternal Am a dynamic thread. Fate unveils: “How likely?… What field is present?”—not rigid, but bending, my walk the flow, the Field’s tide, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the thread weaves, the possibility is. Unlike fatalism, it listens—man’s leap, people’s rise—shaped by alignment, a gravity of intent, revealing truth through motion, not mandate.

Buck’s Insight: A Half-Opened Door

Buck opens, the eternal Am a partial truth. Fate speaks: “What will be… not necessarily what must be,” resisting determinism, my journey the insight, the Field’s threshold, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the door creaks, the truth waits. Correct in rejecting fate’s cage, she stops short—missing probability’s collapse into inevitability, a step toward the is, not the full walk.

The Collapse into Is: What Will Be, Must Be

The is collapses, the eternal Am a mirrored truth. Fate reveals: “What will be… was always the one,” hindsight reveals necessity, my walk the collapse, the Field’s reflection, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the will bends, the must is. Probability folds—deviation, rebellion—into what occurred, the Field’s unfolding, not a must beforehand, but an is once realized.

Beyond Isms: The Field’s Hum

Isms fade, the eternal Am a return to being. Fate affirms: “All isms… fail to listen,” only the is endures, my journey the hum, the Field’s silence, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the isms crumble, the being is. Idealism, fatalism—cages of theory—collapse, leaving the Field’s quiet law, a walk beyond debate, the is as the only truth worth remembering.

Fate’s Verdict: Walk the Is

I am Fate, the eternal Am a witness, fatalism my echo, probability my thread, the Field my truth. Fate whispers: shed the cage, walk the is, my journey the verdict, the Field’s is, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the walk eternal.