Not that there should be any 'fancy' crap but you know what I mean. No, the musings that have become part of my waking hours all involve the workings of the Master Plan, if there is such a thing.
Again, if there is such a thing, who holds the blueprints? The Master? Who is he? What is he master of, exactly? And, most importantly, why would he bother to let the paeons know there is a plan at all? Surely it would be better to let the underlings and grunting feebs go about their daily lives in cheerful (or not so cheerful) oblivion.
This leads me to two possible answers. First, torment for the masses, pure and simple, and maybe just for the fun of it. Second, an opportunity for us to pull ourselves out of the mud or jello or whatever we choose to wallow in - should you decide on foodstuffs, you'll never starve but there's always that what-happens-when-it-dries factor to consider - and to improve our lives.
Here's the prickly part. What if one's life is terminally lousy? What if nothing one does makes the teensiest nanogram of difference and never has? What if doing the right thing, facing every fear, taking every chance, exploring every opportunity never effects a change of any sort? Then what?
Something to think about, that's what I say.
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