Life is extraordinary. Consciousness is strange, beyond comprehension. Collectively we’re bound in ways impossible to explain.

Consider those moments we think of someone, and suddenly they call. Consider those instances we’re just about to say something and our beloved blurts exactly the same words out instead. Consider how often our thoughts seem to collide.

And then there are our dreams. For me, what I would consider spiritual dreams are few and far between — it’s my wife who seems to have true dreams — but even I have seen the foreboding tumultuous storm on the eve of a tremendous test.

Is it merely a coincidence that paths cross just as we think of others? Is it mere chance that two people can be in the same place at the same time, one thinking of the other? Is it just happenstance that amidst crowds of millions we sit down beside an old neighbour?

How do we explain this consciousness? Are we simply occupants of a simulation, not even real? Are we drivers of avatars existing on another plain? Am I an inhabitant of a dream world? Is nothing else existent except me, all of my experiences mere make-believe?

These are all possibilities, of course. But there’s another possibility: that life and the universe we inhabit is far stranger than any of us dare contemplate. We are not just a series of complex chemical reactions generating the apparition of consciousness. No we’re tied together in infinitely inexplicable ways.

There is nothing normal about life: it is extraordinary. Mind blowing. Inexplicable. To exist at all would seem impossible, let alone these perplexing experiences. This consciousness: truly beyond comprehension.

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