I’m the answer, but what’s the question?

Ultimately, I have to assume that I am the answer to some woman’s prayers. But who’s? My contribution in life must be a solution to some sort of problem. But what? I live to fulfill some role in God’s great plan. But I can’t see what that role is. And I don’t know who will be a part of this unknown destiny. There must be a reason for my existence. But what is it, and who’s involved? I can only hope, above all hope, that I am not a wrong answer to someone’s multiple choice question, or simply the punch line to some eternal joke.

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