May the words of the Philosopher Plato be given that we may duly honour the Fates. Their robes are white, their heads are garlanded, and They sing to the music of the sirens. Lachesis sings of things past, Clotho of things present, Atropos of things to come. Atropos turns the inner rims with her left hand, while Lachesis takes inner and outer rims with her left and right hand alternately. Souls of a day, here you must begin another round of mortal life.
Goodness knows no master.
A man shall have more or less of her, the angel, according to the value he sets on her. Faults lie not with the Deities but with the soul that makes the choice. Know that each soul drinks of the waters of Lethe so that all memory is lost of life before earthly existence. But now we do not drink of this water. Rather do we pray the Fates that we may be granted memories of where we have come from and of our former lives.