The coin is only an iron rod of the mint that the coiner takes from the pile and puts under the coinage in one of the two possible verses. On that act it depends everything else, dear Y Cruz, regardless of all the laps and all the rotations that the coin makes in the air. At one point our turn comes and then passes. {...} I am convinced that if the fate ruled our destinies it would be possible to think about it or mild him, but the coiner does not. Through his thick myopic glasses he scrutinizes the smooth tondini and then chooses, perhaps hesitating a moment so as to keep the fate of unknown worlds out of suspense to come to come.
by Cormac McCarthy
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The passage describes the process of coinage as a metaphor for fate and choices in life. It illustrates how a simple action, like a coiner selecting a specific piece of metal, holds profound significance. This act determines everything that follows, akin to how our decisions shape our destinies, despite life's unpredictability represented by the coin's chaotic movements.

The narrator, addressing Y Cruz, reflects on the illusion of control over fate. While one might wish to influence their future, ultimately, there is an element of randomness. The coiner's careful selection symbolizes the deliberate yet uncertain nature of choice, where every decision carries the weight of potential futures, leaving us to ponder the vast avenues of possibility.

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