In Greek mythology The Moirai are overseers of our mortal threads, The Line of Fate. There’s Clotho: The Spinner, Lachesis: The Drawer, Atropos: The Cutter. We are at their mercy, each heart beat dangling delicately on a blood red string. It’s bouncy and resilient, but thin and snipped in a moment. Cherish, relish. Bittersweet is being, blood is bittersweet.