I have no idea, of course, about you, the apparent universe, having a plan or not. You do seem to have some patterns, some of our elementary math models do a fairly good prediction of what you apparently seem to do. This may be an illusion. What’s with what seems to be consciousness? The deal about mass, velocity, creation of elements, formation of galaxies and star systems even organic emergence — from a pattern standpoint it seems consistent (I know you don’t care as I’m the superstitious speck with the misguided math fixation), but the whole consciousness thing, or it’s illusion, seems contrary to your general predictable behavior of entropy. Maybe not only do you not have a plan, maybe you are completely random chaos … which means my species math and physics models are the most misguided and elaborate superstition yet concocted by my species very brief existence — that possibility strikes me with as much humor as any superstition to date. I truly wonder these things, since you are timeless and seamless, I’m ok with complete chaos but in that case I am amazed at my neurosis of not being disappointed in searching for a pattern in feeble attempts to observe you. I’m on a permanent LSD trip entertained by scribbling mathematic predictions of fractals that I’m just making up. That may be hilariously accurate, it would mean I’m in a “do” loop participating in your chaos.