I realize, I believe, I experience that there is purpose in every moment of life. The universe is exquisitely efficient and precise; nothing is wasted. Not a casual meeting. Not a look in the eye. Not a thought, expression or emotion is without some grace that completes or inspires or directs energy. We are directors of the symphony that is our life, and notes in the score of the grand philharmonic. It’s all working. There are patterns in the chaos. When we stop, or look back, or reflect music comes through. To not question this gives peace, and ultimately I do not question it. I must have more peace than I realize.