Death Is Not Random
Death is not random. It just looks like it. Freak accidents. Chance missteps. Absurd consequences of non-events.
Birth is not random. Looks like it but it’s not! How’d you get here, then? Of all the little eggs that don’t get fertilized down there, How…Did… YOU…Come…To…Be?
Planning, I tell you, planning.
It’s the same on the other end. Your death is as planned as your life. The slots are all there, waiting to be filled. Yours was waiting to be filled by you when your egg and sperm met in a specifically non-random mating of DNAs. It was a carefully planned time. It had to be. Why would anything as important as your life be a result of a capricious, haphazard encounter?
So if you accept that the beginning of YOU was very well planned, then you should be able to agree that the end of you is also. You were not present for the beginning. You didn’t know your birthdate. And you cannot know your death date…yet. But what if you could? What…If…You…Could… know when you were going to die? What would you do with that information?
