You pull out a thin white strip of paper from the cracked cookie shell.
The words, type written with ink, relay a message.
It can be advice or a warning, sometimes it sounds like a prophecy.
The back-side of this strip holds a set of lucky numbers.
The randomness of fortune cookies appeals to my whimsical nature.
Though, I’ve come to feel that it might not be as random as we think.
There was a period of time when I took it all so seriously.
I felt the presence of a guiding overlord. He was my personal genie.
In the end, I never could determine whether his origin was external or internal.
He has gone away now for the most part. Occasionally I sense remnants of his lessons.
Part of his heart and mind remains with me in my memory.
From this point forward, I’ll need to be my own soothsayer and navigator.
*Note: We ordered Chinese food last night. At the end of our meal I was disappointed to find that our fortune cookies were missing from our bag.
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