This world is a perfect contradiction. Things that make perfect sense make no sense. Things make no sense because they make perfect sense. Things that are initially incredibly compelling usually lead to dead ends when followed. Clearly there was a point being made. But the point seems to be that there is no point. So why was the point made? It made no point and yet that point was still made. Thanks earth. It’s so amazing and bewildering that the universe can speak to us at all, and yet when it does, it says nothing important. A plan was made, but it lead nowhere. on purpose. What is this place? I have faith that everything happens as it’s meant to, but in no way does that mean that what’s meant to happen is meaningful. Because it isn’t. It means nothing, but it was meant to happen. Why? Am I thinking too small or too big? Everything that happens, happens much too perfectly to be by accident, but what perfectly ends up happening ends up doing nobody any real good. The universe itself put it into motion, and yet it was of no real consequence. I have faith, but why? It gets me nowhere and yet it makes me feel better. I am just as contradictory as my universe. We all are. And yet that fact does no one any good. Or does it?