Notes on Existence

It has occured to me recently (being when I touched the keyboard to begin this post) that my life has been ingeniously thought out by whomever wrote the transcript. Kudos, anonymous author. These coincidences that keep popping up are starting to seem less and less like coincidences, and more like well written twists in the plot. And, if anyone would like to venture an answer, why do I notice the things I do? I feel like in particular moments I pay more attention to the universe than anyone else in this entire planetary mass! How absurd a notion, right? Oh well, that's the way my brain works. Someday, maybe in my last hour, I hope I will meet the author who made this all up, and have a long, clarifying conversation in which I'll pose questions like, "Why Christmas Eve? Was that supposed to tie in to my realistic views of and on religion?" and, "What was this all for, anyway?" For now, while we remain partial strangers, I have only this to say; please keep throwing in those clever little pieces of harmonics. I promise I'll do my best to keep trying and failing at disecting the whole meaning of my humanoid existence, so long as you promise to never lose your muse and keep your reader -and your protaganist- on their toes.