I suppose it’s time to stop talking about probabilities.
On Thursday, our daughter went on a school trip to Hampton Court. While there, by chance, she bumped into the daughter of our friends from Ealing.
Not long ago, my parents travelled from Bath to stay with us. Midway, they broke their journey for lunch, seventy miles from home, and there they bumped into close friends from church.
Actually events like this happen so often that I don’t know that we can call them coincidences at all. Personally, I just conclude that consciousness is very far from random.
Last modified: 15 July 2023
