Do you ever think about synchronicity ( idea coined by Carl Jung: "temporally coincident occurrences of acausal events") or even simple coincidence?
On Saturday I was chatting with colleague Dave Mason about a project. In conversation he brought up how he used to love reading when he was a child. He would read White Fang under the covers with a torch after his official bed time. I remembered White Fang from my own childhood, and The Call of the Wild, by the same author. But I couldn't, for the life of me remember the writer's name. Of course it is Jack London.
The coincidence was that this afternoon I received an email from 'The Ripples Project'. I usually don't have time to open them, but today I did and this was contained within:
I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark
should burn out in a brilliant blaze
than it should be stifled by dry rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor,
every atom of me in magnificent glow,
than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The proper function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.
I like the sentiment.
But what are the chances of that?