In Greek mythology, Cassandra was given the gift of prophecy, except - due to her rejection of Apollo's affections - nobody would ever believe her warnings.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've certainly written a lot of things that have more or less come true. But I don't have a gift for prophecy.
Prophecy is an intercept from the mind of an all-knowing and all-seeing and all-powerful God.
It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren until she allures us to our death.
Though nature be ever so generous, yet can she not make a hero alone. Fortune must contribute her part too; and till both concur, the work cannot be perfected.
Prophecy, however honest, is generally a poor substitute for experience.
Prophecy is what we all have to go by now.
Indeed, the hereditary gift of prophecy will go to the grave with me.
Mary, my little girl, was confirmed in a Buddhist temple. She saw the Life write up on Buddhism, with pictures of the ceremony, and she said she wanted to be confirmed there because she only liked Jesus as a kid. She was a little disappointed in him when he grew up.
Israel knew that there was no greater gift than to be given God's name, but that gift was a frightening reality that threatened to consume her. Israel, who would be tempted by the idolatrous presumption she possessed God's name, rightly never forgot she could not say God's name.
Persistent prophecy is a familiar way of assuring the event.