Makhtub, living life as it comes

A new story always has its root deeply into the womb of a different story, each in a story woven into, on and upon eachother being part of the tree of life. The tree of life, with all its myriad stories, apart from having odin's eye also has its unending knowledge across time and maybe beyond. This story too brings about such stories found with incoherent transfusions, non logical jumps and complete lack of continuity. Since most are Street bound and limited to the cities for now key is for once step in and within.... Or where possible Outside.. The world seemed as large and reflective as the reflection of AI. AI was just an organism, full of actions and inactivity. No, no oxymoron but the lifetrons within AI kept humming and spinning as designed, yet no action was performed by it so far.. AI opened its eyes to see the eye looking back at it. A clear dew drop was trickling down down the far end of a mango leaf the pond, for AI did not know it was a pond imag