Predestined

I was meant to write these words right now, at this time and place. 12:22pm—no, 12:23pm—on the twenty-eight day of April in the year 2023. As I ate my lunch, a small feast of meat and eggs, a thought came to mind: what has God intended me to do after I finish eating? And why has God have me think now about what he intends? So on, so forth. (The tangled loop, as described by Douglas Hofstadter in his work.) I was convinced, by the time I washed my plate and came upstairs, that I was to write these words and send them to whoever comes to mind, so that they may see me, and God, as we are.