Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see so clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet for me all that's worth living for lies in that charm? A great sorrow, we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.~ Donna Tartt ~ artist Tsuyoshi Nagano
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In Greek mythology, Atropos was one of the three Moirae, the Fates, the female deities who supervised fate. Atropos was the fate who cut the thread or web of life with the "abhorred shears." She worked along with Clotho, who spun the thread, and Lachesis, who measured the length. They were the daughters of Zeus and Themis, the goddess of order. The Roman names of the fates are Nona, Decuma, and Morta.