The prophet on a cigarette break

'This fear is bigger than all of that, it will make you burn
inside,' he said. 'Its not a way to live, you cant go on.'
'Tell me something I dont know,' I spoke quietly because it was
true.
'Its just something you have to do; it is your inevitable destination.'
He spoke like a wizard.
'Doesn't it haunt you, everything you do, don't you feel all twisted
up?'
'Yes, I do.'
'It does haunt you, I know. I have seen this happen before and the fear
will turn into hatred as you fail to understand it's density.'
He was calm like a prophet but all I could say was 'I have felt all of
this before. It can't be dissolved, just like that.'
He sighed. 'Some great things were meant for some great people, but
fate is resigned for those who cannot escape it, for reasons I can
never explain.'
I didn't understand what he meant. Then his break was over and he tied
up his apron and walked tiredly back behind the till.