A Heretic in the Mist!

In the dead of night, the Heretic is busy working behind his desk, his wife and kids fast asleep, and his senses numb all but to one thought. Well, a question really, an oft recurring question these days: am I sealing my fate, or is my fate sealing me? Or, to wax even more philosophic:


How can one feel trapped by choices he seems to be making of his own volition?

The dead of night brings no answer to the Heretic, and, obviously, no sleep.