• Rebecca Lerner

Wow so many messages!

Coincidence is the gift that keeps on giving, because people who love coincidences always find a way to keep crashing into them.

When they find out that someone's boss is from their tiny hometown, that they were in the same room as a friend years before they met, the repetition of very similar events. And then they shake their heads in beautiful disbelief, smile and say, "What are the odds?"

Is the beauty of coincidence that things come together in a perfect, weird way — or is it that we're there at the exact right moment to notice it? They say timing is everything.

Why does this give us so much pleasure, the idea that things are meant to happen as they are, that maybe there's some connective tissues among the randomness? When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

Chaos blossoming into collections of calculated clutter. Things are so clear once you see them.


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