My lines say i will live for 75 years.

After that encounter with Lord himself i became spiritual. I was high more often, freeing my mind from all the "Moh Maya". I started to realize the importance of practicing hunger and appreciating a life without money and honey. As more esoteric human you become less of these people provide you with. Mr shivs himself was devoid of all these.

From last some days i have been thinking, what is that force that makes people read their horoscope given in a newspaper and believe it much ardently. If they think that a piece of shit written in public for millions of people falling into same date criteria is some prescience and can serve them good then a Mortein coil lit in your house can certainly shoo away mosquitoes for your neighbors. But i don't blame them completely for it because when the scientists who are perceived as the extra-normal beings, who are always at the neck to the things to know the "hows", start telling you that there's a science involve in this and all this astrology, chiromancy, horoscope are for real and they do serve a purpose than you are stuck at considering yourself as nothing more than a chicken whose destiny was printed like newspapers, a thousand copies similar for a state at least.
If a guy , with a little pony at the tip or his head, who has read hands for 10s of years can tell the nitty-gritty of your life without fail, then we are not far from the time when we will get a morning mail telling us " Dude don't waste your time pushing your bowels, it will be late by 2 hours" or your brother will call you telling that " Bro don't wear that T-shirt today your mail says your off to death in some moments, so i don't want you to waste that in some accident". If life is so predictable then i am sure that the pony-guy who has read my lines saying that i will sail happily till 75, would not be worried and would rather be consoling my parents while i will try to take a risk of jumping off the cliff or getting hit by a wagon. Or may be from his point of view I will not have the guts to try any of these before I turn 75.
I might sound otherwise, but i am not completely denying this. My arguments are not the fumes coming out of the disagreement but the fire, at the onset of a hesitant spark, that is seen distinctly from far as anger but merely a slip in grass. It is a dilemma that haunts everybody, what would be the face of the earth when everyone will know everything about his future ? We will loose the fun in ignorance, for sure, and horripilation would no longer be a phenomenon. We will loose the fun of waiting for the results and booze-party criteria for toppers would change. How would i do what i am a little good in, making chits and copying pictures, and how would you propose a girl which you already know will say "No". Builders, car vendors, milkman, housemaid even undergarment vendors will mail their commodities to their customers by searching them in "Horo-oogle". Ting tong !! sir that's your underwear we think you would be asking soon.You would be forced to wear the red underwear so that people should make fun of you. God ....this is not fair !!
But I must admit, there are some good things too. Chick-google would be an easy task then, just see on your navigator lines and follow the path to the room you always desired to step in. No kick-asses by the parents as they would know that we are no good. Thieves will then rob by their lines and we will hide some of our valuables before the time of the robbery or we would rather leave our doors open so that our locks are not broken.
Things could even go murkier. Will there be a time when infants would be killed as they are born, when their lines would serve no good to the society ? Will I be, if born again then, be killed just because i am destined to feed on human brain by uttering crap. Would this massacre in the name of God go unwarranted ? .............. ehhh I don't think so.
"My lines said I would live for 75 years"