Well, I'm a human male with access to the internet.
There is definitely a plot to my life… but I just feel like the actual events are less important than how I live through them and what I think about them. I suppose this is an unusual way of perceiving life. Or maybe its very common. I don’t know.
I always wonder who writes the story of life. Am I the author or merely an actor in a greater being’s interpretation of a prefabricated work?
What happens if God stops directing the show?
