“Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves.” You know I have been learning more about what Cassius means when he says this to Brutus in that play. He is talking about the Soothsayer, and her prediction of Caesar's assassination. And we often do that, especially after some tragic event where we think we could have done more. We tell ourselves it was fate. And then we look at things like the Curse of Tippecanoe and Lincoln-Kennedy Coincidences to reassure ourselves that it was all meant to be. (Also, not that it matters. But Chief Tecumseh obviously never made this curse. But I don't know. They were talking about it in Ripley's Believe It or Not before FDR died, ironically forecasting his death then.) But as Cassius points out, there was always some point in which we could have done something different, even if by then it was too late. Because men are always at some time masters of their fates.
