There is this theory. Given an infinite univers and infinite time... all things will happen. That means that every event is inevitable including those that are impossible.
The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follow an immunatable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thron enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.
There’s no such thing as fate. It’s simply a combination of one circumstance and the next.
Our destinies have been entwined, Elizabeth, but never joined.
— Jack, I have to ask... You had the chalices, the water, the tear... You could have lived maybe forever.
— The Fountain does test you, Gibbs. But better to not know which moment may be your last. Every morsel of your entire being... alive to the infinite mystery of it all. And who's to say I won't live forever, eh? Discoverer of the Fountain of Youth. I have no say in it, Gibbs. It's a pirate's life for me. Savvy?