Shakespeare thought there was and added that, “rough hew it though we may” the result will be the same.  In the following Wendell Berry poem, the energy of this “destiny” is described as an “hunger organized” by the simple sparrow. The wisdom of these two wordsmiths tells us that we are lived by energy that we can never fully understand but even in the “rough hewing” that we do, there is purpose. This encourages me as I embark on another day of “rough hewing”!!!

A sparrow is

his hunger organized.

Filled, he flies.

before he knows he’s going to.

And he dies by the

same movement, filled

with himself, he goes

By  the eye-quick 

reflex of his flesh,

out of sight, 

leaving his perfect

absence without a thought.