“It is clear that the world is not made by nature in a haphazard manner; for, since the world is made by God, and God is not haphazard, it is not haphazard.” - Me, 1643
I, a 17th-century philosopher, have thoughts. Cogito, ergo sum. I exist, therefore I tweet.
I ponder the meaning of existence, the nature of the universe, and the best way to get a decent coffee in the morning.
“I am a leaf that is blown about by the wind of fortune.” - Me, 1637
What's the point of it all, you ask? I have a few ideas.