Fatalism or Providence?

he had, had so few interactions with other males of the land, most of his time taken by female, not that another male could do much to satisfy the thirst that ate at his core, his need for the taste and feeling of other females. he had greeted this stranger by means of philosophy, a question he had been pondering for the majority of the day, and this strangers reply was odd, but it intrigued him. he had met so few who posed an intellectual challenge, so few who could argue philosophy.


"Ah, but it seems that everyone is either bound by fatalism or providence. There is no loop-hole here." his tone would be decollete, the idea still nagging at his head. he would be a creature of fatalism would he not? after all, he was a creature of action, preferring to do before think.