A coincidence reminds us that we are not in control of what happens. There are 7.75 billion of us milling about on a small glow-ball floating in space. And yet, we’re causal crazy.
We cannot plan or prepare for the present moment. We enter it naked.
We enter the woods because nothing in the natural world has a strategy.
Life is not an orderly business. Perhaps you’ve noticed that.
The spontaneous act indicates the active presence of the divine child. He makes no plans, this One, and does not think. Some men orphan their capacity for surprise in order to get a-head.