The idea of an omnipotent being who knows exactly how long each of us will live …
makes me think of a guy sitting in a warehouse full of toilet paper.
note: The Fates … one spins, one measures, and one rips … and wipes.
double note: The Fates are Weird … or Wyrd … or something like that.
triple note: everyone has to ply a trade; some more than others.
quadruple note: my toilet rolls claim to be 37.5 meters long, but I’m too lazy to actually check.
notes to myself #154
You are great … at random, trivial, and silly things. It’s a hidden talent … or one that you should hide … or something like that.