What the Hell?

Look, just look at where I am.

Why am I here again?!?
Does God have to hit me on the head with a hammer?
Reality without possibility equals static, boring complancity.
Possibility without reality equals insanity.

Gibran loved storms, too. But he never babbled like this.
Of course, he had direction from God.
Lucky bastard.

Are some of us forgotten?
Wait, think carefully before you answer.

Can any of us (all of us) control our direction?
Or do some of us have to be behind to maintain the balance?
If I am not an integral part of exentestence, then am I necessary to it at all?

Can there be such a thing as surpurflous life?
If God knows all, then He can not be suprised.
If that is so, then wasn't the Fall from Grace all part of the plan?

If so, then we had to sin.
We had to become imperfect to become who we were meant to be.
It seems unfair.

Still, if we were meant to sin, then aren't we made perfect by the fullfilling of our imperfection?
If that is so, then there is no imperfections; only short-sighted decisions, leading to hasty conclusions.
(I wonder, again, if writing this shit is worth the time?)