This post has no plan. The only planned part of it is the fact that it has no plan and so perhaps in fact it is planned to have no plan much as a random number generator was not made randomly. They didn't take a pile of dirt and clobber it together into a random number generator but rather, it took a good deal of design and logic to create it. Such is my mind, a random number generator designed by a masterful craftsman. This craftsman is God. In a way, nothing is unplanned for it takes some time between the formation of a thought and the eventual html POST request being fulfilled. In fact this post was planned quite meticulously. Wars were fought for the survival of my ancestors which led to my birth and my development and the way I was raised and the design of this site and my extension the birth of Luna Prey from her underprepared parents and the birth of Good and all of us. And so this unplanned post has taken a new role as perhaps one of the most planned things, as is the next moment in time. All part of a grand scheme of life and the universe. And so is the grand irony of my life for my birth was both unplanned and planned and by and large a very important part of history. And so is his plan and our plan. Autism is reactive to changes in unplanned planned changes of planned plans. Thus is the paradox of this unplanned planned universe.
A post with no plan
My grandiose delusions are better than yours.