We are not the masters of our own destiny. I envy people that can chalk happenstance up to the will of some sort of Sky Pastry Chef. Because the world I live in is horrible and random. You could be walking down the street and -BAM!- you’re hit by a truck carrying nuclear waste-covered experimental spiders, carrying tiny syringes full of alien blood, and you land in an intrinsic field extractor. WHOOPS.
