The lines in my palms are very complicated labyrinth maze; they criss-cross; abruptly come to end; began again after some gap to resume their journey; some of them are like a rope with frayed threads at many places.
Lines, they say showcase your life: past, present and future but we don’t have perfect software to delineate the hidden meaning behind them. Who knows that the lines we see are actually palimpsests; there are lines hidden underneath the visible lines containing even better secrets of my life.
More complicated the line patterns more complex is your character. The lines, can they be altered; altering my life or are they what they are. The man cannot do anything against the will of the God; so why to look at these lines that will stay with me all my life to the grave. Yet the hope resides eternally in the breast of every person; he hopes for a better life forever; hopes the best for his or her dear ones; assumes that no one has been able to read the precise meaning hidden and a reinterpretation is required using state of the art technology like we have evolved from 2-D to 3-D to N-D.
God appeared to Moses and gave him instructions to go to Egypt and deliver the Israel people from the oppression of Pharaoh and directed him to tell the people of Israel that I have sent him for their deliverance. Then he asked if they ask me your name ‘what shall he say to them?’. Then God said tell them “I am that I am or YHWH” or Jevovah or Yahweh (Hebrew). I shall also call myself “I am that I am” not as a Jehovah the god but as myself.