I’d think, what is the point of being good, of trying, if God has already decided if I am going to heaven or hell? I’d spend an hour playing a game with a banana, going back and forth about whether to take a bite, and when I finally did, I’d wonder if God could see the endgame with that banana. That was an hour wasted, Angel. I should have been eating a bag of chips or dancing in the rain. I don’t believe in predestination. I believe we choose whether to press the trigger. But so help me, for some reason, I believe the universe pulled us together for a reason.
