I look into the sincere face of Anna as she asks me this. Am I alright? I take stock of myself and I realize that despite (or perhaps because of) the strange the strange experience I have just been through that I am feeling very much like my old self again. I may not always know why something that is happening is happening but I can figure out what to do about it. I may not know why Corwin visited me but I know he had a message. I know I can figure out why I was attacked.
“Yes,” I smile at Anna, “Fate, that is the events of the world, are beyond our control, for we are not gods. We can however choose what we do about them and we can’t let possible events beyond our control worry or scare us whether they are good or bad. It dosen’t do any good because they are beyond your control and only makes you feel bad. Now I choose to eat an omelet because that is under my control.”
I’m not sure if she believes me or not but we go on into the kitchen.