The Great and Terrible

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They say God has a plan for everyone.
They say God knows everything: past, present, future.
All that was, is, will be.
Could be?

Does suicide throw off the plan?
But wouldn't he have known?

Did he plan my life, knowing I would fail, just so he could punish me for failing?
Am I an example to others?

Or knowing I would not make it, does God have no purpose for me?

I cannot feel his purpose.

But most often, I cannot feel him.

Are they connected?

Can I know my course in life without knowing the God that carved the path?

Does consciousness exist in others?

Am I the only one?

Am I supposed to be conscious?

Or am I flawed beyond repair?

Am I flawed because of Adam?

Or was I created this way?

Does that make me a mistake?

Did God make a mistake?


Did God, knowing I would fail, leave out the purpose to my life, thus making the failure the purpose of my life?


Can God microwave a burrito so hot that even he can't eat it?

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