I don’t believe in coincidences, but I notice repetition and
pattern when they occur. With observation and deliberation, meaning somehow, sometimes,
arises. Let’s say that I do believe in chance and physical laws, as well as
some sort of meaning, perhaps. While there might be no one out there, yet
somehow I clearly seem to shape my own sense of meaning from these supposedly fundamental
realities.
Remarkably, there is considerable overlap, and some discord, of
ideas of meaning among members of my species. I don’t think that’s a
coincidence, I think it results from common origins and some bad luck. But even
suggesting something like the Big Bang and what followed, I have to wonder what
it’s all about.
I guess I’ll go have an egg crème at Aimee’s.
