I had a vision last night of a man saved from a horrible disaster.
He lost all things cherished through his eyes in this world; his home, his wife, his newborn baby girl.
There are times when we make it through something so terrible and so disastrous that we cant help but stop and wonder why we survived.
I pictured God far in the ever looking down and nodding his head in unknowable reason while the man wept and wept, asking why.

I saw the man envision the same God and the same nodding but grew angry at the aspect that he survived for a purpose while the blood and soulless forms of the dearly departed laid under his trembling hands.
"You left me alive for a purpose? To what, change the world? Bring peace? Perhaps become an instrument for goodness on this spinning orb of wickedness and woe?" He whispered to the dirt.
"Ill show you purpose.''

Years flashed in seconds as I watched the man become an instrument of evil and sadness.
Drinking a rotten liver to death and bringing misery to all who dared to cross his path.
He died many years later in a broken down home that held nothing but loneliness and a tattered photo of a smiling family ****** by an unseen force and the scent of broken men.

Then my vision altered slightly and the figure of God nodding softly distorted and fell into darkness of an angel of light nodding casually with the the smirk of business lying on his face.

If we control this world, it is at the whims of a force we cannot comprehend and the will we feel flowing through are veins can be harnessed if given the smallest push into the always patient void.