I go between believing in some kind of underlying structure and order to the universe and believing that it is totally random and meaningless. Ultimately I am not sure it matters either way. What does matter is our experience.
Sometimes I wonder if there is a structure than if there are signs? Like little ways of the universe hinting at which path we are on and where things will go from here.
If our lives were well written stories than this would be something akin to foreshadowing.
With this said. I stepped out into my back yard and just beyond my door this is what I found.