Four dimensional space-time c/o Einstein

While anxiously waiting to be subjected to certain medical diagnostic procedures, the waiting list screen decided to flash this statement by Winston Churchill:

"Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."

Is it just me, or did God, through Churchill on an LCD screen imply that I just chose the path towards my fate? Whatever that pivotal event was. Not to be melodramatic or martyr-like, but I do have that sort of feeling that I'm going to be in some really tough Aesop fable-like challenge that will be the complete opposite of glamorous. If that would involve crime solving or being drafted to some super secret experiment to fabricate a time machine or being exposed to radiation so that I can be trained like some X-men/Jason Bourne hybrid or joining NASA on the first manned mission outside our solar system....then, okay. Anything that says super secret mission crucial to human survival makes me all tingly. You know, kind of like Frodo & the fellowship destroying the ring on Mt. Doom and going back to the Shire where other hobbits remained clueless all those years? Yeah, that kind of hero-wannabe/ quasi-altruistic mumbo jumbo.