We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But have we truly any choice in when we rise? Or when we fall? Or does a force larger than ourselves bid us our direction? Is it evolution that takes us by the hand? Does science point our way? Or is it God who intervenes, keeping us safe?
You jumped, Peter, twenty five feet to a fire escape. I climbed up and carried you down. That's what happened. The rest is just crazy talk. You understand?
[standing on the roof, preparing to jump]: Tell me what happened, Nathan. When I jumped.Tell me you flew. I wanna hear you say that you flew. Tell me or I jump again.
We both flew, Pete. I caught you and I lost control. You were too heavy. We both started falling to the ground and just before we... just before we hit, you flew. You.
For all his bluster, it is the sad province of man that he cannot choose his triumph. He can only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes, hoping he will have the courage to answer.