20051119.02 History is a story which is told, and fate is the comple- ment to history. In history, it is the account which provides the rationalization, the content of what happens, and the framework of events. Considered logically and realistically history doesn't make much sense. It is riddled with lacunae, and the presumption that any discipline of history should be able to bridge the gap between the telling of the story and the inaccessible experience, or for that matter, between the description and the inaccessible events themselves, or the inaccessible objects referenced, makes no sense at all as soon as it is articulated. Yet history does make sense, and that sense derives from its being told. The validity of the story is in the telling of it. It is where the story fizzles or evaporates, where the historian or the story teller loses track of meaning, that we resort to fate as a filler. Where we are unable to discern any purpose plan or pattern, where we can invent no chain of causality, we invoke fate, destiny, we invoke God's reason, God's purpose or plan, to supplement our understanding and to preserve the intelligibility of the world. So far as our account is provided with rational explanations, there is no fate; fate is like the stars which become visible when the light of (story-telling) reason disappears. Rilkes notion in his Requiem, "dass Schicksal in die Verse eingeht und nicht wiederkehrt," that fate enters into verse, not to return, refers to an account of a sequence of suicidal events for which our rationalization, if it exists at all, is too painful or obscure. So we say, that's how God willed it, we call it fate. Fate, in other words, is the chain, the pattern of events for which we can find no reason, no rationalization, no other language. It is inconceivable to us that events should have no logical, rational structure. As a last resort, we attribute what we cannot explain, to fate, to the will of the gods, to the will of God. * * * * *

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