you keep looking for meaningful patterns in the static, and subliminal signs in repitition, and there are none. there is no pattern to life, no matter how many parallels you can point out. nothing is certain.
some things are certain.
miss eleven-eleven, little lady go-getter, you make things happen. you’ve got a plan. you’re gonna get what you aim for. don’t rely on anyone but yourself. you know what you have to do. and now that you’ve found him, don’t let him go again.