This is one of those times when coincidence, faith, design, free will, and whatever other pattern of happenings built into a theory of life are just mashed up all together into a single unique event of wonderful possibility. This is, in fact, perfection according to any of them. As by chance, by change, by utter determination, I've been led to you by a series of happy coincidences and situations, I've led myself to you by absolute resolution, by the choices I took a long time to make and which have begun to carve the shape of my being, little by little, nick by nick. It feels as if the universe had reached a consensus on us meeting and decided to push from all flanks, till we bumped into each other, rather confused and wary of the suspicious machinery which seemed to be operating already, in really strange, even inconvenient conditions and times. Oh, The Time. The Time clearly doesn't agree. Seems he was left out of the conversation when the rest of the factors planned it. And he decided to plot against. What a terrible guy to be your enemy!