From Back to Godhead
Are we simply puppets, helplessly manipulated by the strings of our past activities?
I look on with dismay as the tow truck drives away with the wreck that used to be our car.
“It’s all right,” my wife tries to console me. “Probably some bad karma.”
I consider her words. She has just mangled our car by driving it into the rear end of a truck, and she seems quite eager to let destiny take responsibility for her actions. I wonder if it’s really bad karma, or just bad driving.
