It occurs to me that God knows the exact number of hairs on my head. And on top of that, knows the number of the grains of sand. Apparently, God and I have this common: we both know random things. For instance, watch a red sox game with me and you'll see all the pointless stats I can dribble off for each player. When asked why or how I know such and such, I say: I just know stuff. Try and beat me at this game. But sometimes I think my seemingly meaningless knowledge actually enhances the enjoyment of a sox game. Sometimes. Of course, every now and then, I'm wrong. I suppose God's seemingly useless knowledge does much of the same for life.
The thing of it is: I'm in a beach volleyball league right now and I'm constantly getting sand in my hair. Now you know something completely random and useless. Isn't that ironic?
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