“Loraine, you are my density.” “What?” “My destiny.” “Ohhhh.” An awkward George McFly stumbled through his attempt to invite Loraine to the “Enchantment Under the Sea” dance. He’d planned his poetic words carefully and tried to follow the script as he approached her in the diner. Maybe he was nervous. Maybe it was the after-effect of the chocolate milk he just guzzled. Whatever it was, his words came out jumbled and fell flat. If Loraine was his “destiny” it would have to be revealed in some other way, on some other day.
Amen! Interesting that we continue to discover God doesn’t even control the “will” on the sub atomic level! And yet... i love how you pin it down - love is the destiny.