Imagining a set of gears, each with the underlying structure of cog and anti-cog, or a system with the ability to have checks on endless growth, ensuring the whole is maintained, one is entrapped by the delicious morsel that is coincidence when experienced in real time and shared amongst other people. Once the human was able to conceptualize the environment, our check in the system vanished, leaving only the human to do the checking, while nature was constantly making up deadlier weapons to balance the power, a fight nature has consistently lost to us. The weight of being your own check to the system, the only organism in the universe with this undertaking, is too much to ask for one tiny branch in the evolutionary experiment and this weight is the thing that weighs on our souls the heaviest. We are not alone however, as coincidence is our guide, there to ensure us when you are meant to be the output of someone else’s input, as if a cog has made a click sound that you can all hear in your head but not with your ears. 

Another image, one of children throwing rocks into a stream, leading to ripples of water, leading to more rocks being thrown, leading to more ripples, until there is no sense of which ripple started from which rock, a network of ripples that ingest and spit each other out, temporarily riding each others wave until the old rule of objects in motion stay in motion comes into play and leads to more ripples. 

Interesting words start with the prefix “syn”, something of a coincidence in itself, like sync, synonym, synagogue, syndicate, synthetic, and so on, the coincidence here being that all of these words are strange to spell and seem to exist on a different plane of reality than most other words. Syncopation, the notion of disturbing the normal rhythm of a piece of music, is a good word to use when thinking through synchronicity as both imply a preexisting system that can be distrurbed and when distrurbed can lead to an awareness of not only the system but one's control over nothing with the willingness to assume control over anything. Only certain people pay attention to coincidence, more are aware of the concept, and even more have no ability to notice anything outside their vision, going about their day with a shrug to coincidence and all that it can entail. 

And so, we arrive at perception, the singular act that all of this art making seems to be about, all of this writing of stories, all of the political affiliations and nuanced abilities for humans to style and style and style themselves in fashionable or unfashionable wears, we arrive at the one thing quantum mechanics has figured out that, like all math, has only led to more questions. Synchronicity is perception between two entities, in our case humans (but it could be a couple of rocks if they had some level of conscious awareness we are not privy to), a combined experience of an event that is beyond your five senses, with each person involved being a buffer against narcissistic schizophrenia that one experiences when all they have are coincidences to notice on their own. I welcome these events with open arms, taking note with the sound of a “huh”, noting the experience orally, and moving on, knowing well that there is a coincidence tally out there on some plane of existence, maybe in the Office of Coincidence - Accounting Department.

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