One fine day a man was enjoying his life. All was well and he was happy. Nothing could go wrong.
Then his world began to collapse on him. Everything slowly turned bad. He realized the end was near.
But the man didn’t like this. So he decided to fight back. He resisted his “fate”.
The hero chose to rebel against ineluctable Doom. He bid defiance to his ultimate termination. After all, a famous movie told him: “There is no fate but what we make.”
But who or what was after him, he wondered. Mother Nature? Father Reality? The gods? Inexorable destiny? Existential truth and the cosmological imperative?
The rebel didn’t know.
And he didn’t care. The man was wholly defiant, despite it all. His worst enemy, the Grim Reaper, would simply have to wait. Preferably, forever.
“You want me?” said the defiant one. “Come and get me!”
Thanatos was not amused. Indeed, he felt fury.
“I’m coming for you,” said the definitive monster.
The fighter would not let his world close in on him. He refused to allow the universe to collapse about and consume him.
At this the Cosmos laughed.
Fate whispered to the warrior: “You cannot withstand the Storm.”
The warrior whispered back: “I am the Storm.”
The rage of the Reaper rose: “You cannot defeat me.”
“Yet I plan to.”
The Universe mocked the recalcitrant one: “Where will you go? What will you do?”
“I’ll become strong. I’ll grow invincible. I’ll make my body immortal. My mind and soul is already all of this.”
The Grim one cackled with glee.
“Absurd. Outrageous. Impossible. It can’t be done.”
“Just watch me.”
And so irresistible fate watched.
“Your efforts are in vain. Your behavior is ludicrous. Your rational hopes are nil. You’re quite wasting your time.”
“It’s mine to waste. You need to go away.”
“Not gonna happen.”
The Grim Reaper laughed again.
Still, the paladin tried. He thought and planned and worked. He called upon Reason and Science to rescue him. He also beckoned to their offspring, Medicine and Technology.
“What will you do, when you fail at the end, as you surely will?” asked the final Enemy.
“Probably curse the universe.”
“Before that?”
“Cry out to the gods.”
“The gods don’t exist.”
“Then cry put to the space aliens.”
“They don’t exist either.”
“So you say.”
It’s true.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You’ll learn the truth, in the end.”
“Yet I’ll be defiant, even then.”
“It won’t do you any good.”
“We’ll see.”
“You’re a joke.”
“Then chuckle away, vermin. To the bitter end I will defy you, resist you, fight you, and spit in your face.”
“I’ll just punish you, and make you suffer, all the worse.”
“Bring it on.”
The deadly one was silent.
“Come and get me!”
The ultimate Annihilator glared at the man: “So I shall.”
The warrior glared at the Reaper: “I look forward to it.”
The hero added: “Where there’s a will, there’s a way. I’m not dead yet, am I?”
The Grim Reaper lightly blinked.
