God said:
Yes, We, you and I, write, and it is written. No matter who you think you are, it has always been We.
There is Being. There really is no deciding, for Oneness is. Life lives itself. Life decides itself. Writing is its Own Consciousness. Or, We can say that present writing had come to Life before it was written. It is not exactly that tales that are told have been stored. Let Us say Life and Its Tales are always available, and availed of in what is thought of as any time anywhere.
A so-called minute ago arose, as it were, eons ago. Who can say? Words arose from the mist and could have arisen at any moment of Infinity, even as Infinity has no moments.
We could say that there is nothing that has not already been written or cognized. There is nothing that has not already been thought of. There is nothing that was not present before you noticed it, yet, in the Truth of Life, there is no past or future. There is no has-been. There is no will-be. There is a Continuum of Vitality and Earthiness that is noted as Present. What is really going on is Infinity which is deeper than going on.
Infinity dissolves and revolves. What you know as Life evolves. There is Fullness. Fullness is full yet not yet finished. Or, We can say there is nothing but the Intelligence of Infinity. Infinity isn't doing anything. It isn't going anywhere. Existence is Existence Itself. Existence is not yet a wave. Existence is an Ocean Whose Tide has not yet swept itself into Waves. This is the Truth of Life.