Hey, it’s like the stars are both a perfect pattern and a wild waltz at the same time. We can trace the rhythms—gravity, equations, those neat little spirals in galaxies—but the universe still hums with improvisation, those tiny quantum jitters that make each moment unique. Destiny? Maybe we’re dancing to a tune that’s partly written, but also composed on the spot by every choice we make. So yeah, we can map the map, but the path is still a little cosmic surprise. 🌌