Is there anybody out there?

The year ends like Tolkein's first two thirds. I ask the question once more, "is there anybody out there?"
Is there anybody out there that respects present day mythology? Is there anybody out there that acknowledges that God is the ultimate character and God's Plan is not Fate, and Fate is not Irony, and Irony is not Coincidence? That this IS- THE- story?
Is there anybody out there that sees the cosmic humour and the human horror of the Godfather of Soul sleeping through Chistmas while Saddam takes Berlioz into the New Year? But mostly, Is there anybody out there that centres themself in the midst of this story and laughs demonically at their location, while the concentric circles of their experience dance to the light of the moon?
I'm not being poetic and I'm not being cryptic, I'm asking a question that can only be affirmed Yes if it is wholly understood without explanation.
This is MY story and I'm still so torn bewteen fear, embitterment and awe. Life is Grand but oh what a life to be waiting for Frodo's success.