I wonder if God chuckles to himself when He hears our plans.
Like a father hearing his little son talk about how, when he grows up, he want to be a ninja and he'll throw Chinese stars and master nunchucks and NO bad guys will ever beat him up because he's a ninja. And the father knows that the son probably won't be a ninja, he'll probably grow up to be something else, like a data analyst, but he doesn't bother to tell the son that because, for now, why can't he dream ninja-dreams?
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