most people don’t think rationally—but now I understood how often I’d ascribed cosmic causality to life’s surprises. There was no harm to déjà vu, destiny, the Universe working for you when things were going well. My parents never went to church, they’d both rejected organized religion. But it turned out I had organized my own religion, one that relied on what I now saw as the seemingly romantic, but ultimately cruel, philosophy that Everything Happens For A Reason. Without this private logic, I was vulnerable; it was a crisis of faith.
