بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

not every intersection is planned, not always intended, but fortune has a way of unfolding, like a deck of cards landing exactly in piles pristine, as if it were destined. some can't appreciate coincidences, might dismiss the blowing of winds in contrarian directions, but alas for those who can't notice past the surface, there's always a meaning underneath the mechanism. long have i realized human eyes are limiting, to me nearly blind, hence why aid sought from He Who made time, Who placed artifices and impressions yet gave mortal creatures the capability to see past deception, and sometimes fall prey to giving in for their moment, so thus another step taken, trying to place perspective right alongside perfection, two mates paired in unison, whether bond consisting of soul or mind or heart or any quality intrinsic, the same for each the destination: the highest of Gardens, gifts from Him for those who held His remembrance.