This morning a patient told me completely out of the blue that she had found my music on myspace and enjoyed it. (WOW!) And then Maddy sent me a text a few minutes later telling me that she loves my music. Wha?
And then I found a book written by an Ophthalmologist about international humanitarian vision missions, and I wanted to contact him, only to learn that he is giving a speech for my charity next month.
I've always been a victim of the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, where I learn a new word and then hear it employed with improbable frequency immediately afterward. That and the fact that the turn signals of every car I've ever owned blink faster than every other car on the road led me to believe that the incidences in my life were not perfectly random. Therefore I must be either the center of the universe, or pretty close to it.
I think there's a blog in here about that somewhere. Don't go looking for it.
Anywho, I'm brought back to that phrase that had directed so much of my post-5/11 life which is that every event in this life has the most profound meaning in the next. Only, my current philosophical status on the afterlife is that it does not, in fact, exist. At least not in the conscious, spirit-world, clouds and angels way of picturing it. Whatever it is, my eyes, ears, and other sensory functions will not be observing it. The neuron functions of my brain will not be storing information and reflecting upon it. However, the very molecules of my corpus will not cease to exist, and like the Ship of Theseus, I will continue to "be," even if I'm not being me.
So, if these coincidental occurrences are not meant to be stored and analyzed once the oxygen has stopped reaching my brain... how can that phrase be true? Only if I act upon them while I still have the capability. So, two coincidences today spurred me into action. Whereas I would like to say that Fate is telling me something, I would quickly follow that with self admonishment for entertaining the notion that Fate exists.
But I suppose, if you were to read my history backwards, you could maybe, possibly, trace future events back to this day. In that case, nothing more than sheer randomness did indeed spur me into action.
Weird.
Oh and I started listening to Frampton Comes Alive! again, but nothing coincided with that, so the album has had no further impact at this time. C'est la vie.
