Ortensia Macioci

Is there an alternative to the choices that lead each of us towards a destiny that is already written? Or is destiny only what we have decided for our end? In the words of a poem by Charles Bukowsky (Class), this is the story of that instant, a single moment, in which an intelligent thought gives life to an "absolute truth", that very truth that makes us free individuals capable of defeating death of thought and personal annihilation.