Inspired by a wonderful late poem of Mahmoud Darwich who compares the events in his life, from the most dramatic ones to the most common ones, with the throw of dices. What strikes me in this poem is the notion of fate. Are we just the result of random choices? If there is a divinity, why does it let the best as well as the worst happen on earth? If we have a will and an aim in life, what is their power on the control of our life when compared with destiny? What surfaces, and what sinks? Can we counteract destiny and fate, or are we bound to endure?