"The Drunkard Posts" or "The Problem of Randomness: Part Two"

The universe is disrupted by our presence. We, being free creatures, destroy the semblance of purpose. Whatever God intended, we continue to escape. We, by nature of the unstable interaction of ghost and machine, act in ways unpredictable. Noting that while everything we could possibly do is known beforehand, what we actually do is unknowable. Excepting of course those times when we ignore the trails and bushwhack. But that is not true because even the bushwhacking is limited by the mortality of men and the finite nature of the universe. So, the question arises, "what did/does God see in us?" Could it be that he only wanted a baby maker? That seems contrary to what I imagine to be the romantic heart of our Creator. Something in me sees the divine desire for a bitch - the self-full creature that would be worthy of his effort. Would an entirely pre-written script account for our consciousness? Even leaving open the possibility of cosmologically limited free choice, we are left with nothing more than a "Choose Your Own Adventure" book. Why then do we exist? Why do we worry and want and feel and love? Why would God want a story that he already knows? It can't be that we're pre-known. That would make God empty and shallow. But what other option is there? We live in a limited universe as mortal creatures. My hope is that the interaction of ghost and machine produces something truly unique, something that God, in all his wisdom, could not foresee. How, I do not know, it is an odd hope. But I hope, that when I find my She, she would be a bitch most lovely and pure.