I'm probably more entertained than I should be by the mysticism attributed to human decision. How many times I've heard a person intone wisely, "When [X applies to you], you'll know," as if some messenger from the world of forms visited her with indisputable tidings of her own personal X. Apparently I too will someday be privy to this sort of occult knowledge, or at least, I guess I should hope so. How embarrassing to be too obtuse to pick up on my own Platonic reality.
There's also, "[Y] was God's way of telling me [Z]." I don't envy anyone her Y or her Z. But even so, who is this coy "God" who drops hints and whispers secrets and speaks in special codes to special people? And when is he going to send me a Valentine?