This is the oldest law of inner alchemy — acknowledged in Vedic scripture, in the Stoic tradition, in the wisdom of the Norse and the mystics of every age. A thought, held lightly at first, gathers weight over time. Spoken, it becomes a word — and words, once spoken, create. Acted upon, it becomes a deed. Repeated, it becomes character. Crystallised, it becomes the thing that defines a life. And the sum of all things — the harvest of all thoughts — is what the ancients called fate, or in its darker aspect, doom.