Nothing can exist in isolation,

Everything has entanglements,

Described by mathematics,

To ever greater accuracy and precision.

Now a man of faith is a good man,

Facing daily terror, tragedy and failure,

Confusion, hell, illumination coincide where

Places of faith resemble the math way.

But everything that can be said,

Is already written down in an algorithm,

And everything that can be done likewise,

Until life becomes a roulette wheel

That our consciousness decides,

And fate is just an illusion that our

Consciousness prescribes,

Making the chaos coherent.

I cannot decohere,

I cannot choose my own destiny.