From within love, we conceal the chance nature of our lives behind a purposive veil. We insist that the meeting with our redeemer, objectively haphazard and hence unlikely, has been prewritten in a scroll slowing unwinding in the sky. We invent a destiny to spare ourselves the anxiety that would arise from acknowledging that the little sense there
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(: and can we please meet some time this week?
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