POEM: Coincidentally

I have a lot of amazing coincidences in my
As would have it
I don’t believe in such things

This poem is intentionally ambiguous — much like much of is ambiguous.  Most people tend to bring a certain to this ambiguity.  Some people view fortuitous coincidences as the effect of some beneficient force, such a or some version of a friendly .  Some people view unfortunate coincidences as the effect of some nefarious force.  Some people view coincidences as dumb , sometimes seemingly helpful, sometimes seemingly harmful.  Are these perspectives caused in some deterministic fashion, chosen by us, or granted us by some mysterious source?  It seems to me that the answer we give to this question depends on our assumptions.  I am fascinated by these recursive issues — while others may simply find themselves cursing over and over!  In some strange way, my and springs eternal from the apparent that it is impossible to NOT believe something; that is, we MUST believe in something that cannot be proved with certainty.  While this could be viewed as a maddening trick by a cruel or indifferent , I see it as the essential wiggle room that we need to the creative games as in the -ining of our Creator.  Choose an assumption.  Believe in something.  See where it leads.  Our assumptions do matter.  They the world.  They us.  Our will incarnate into the world.  Regardless of what beliefs you act on, you will manifest a congruent with them.  Be the that you want to see in the world.  Is it some amazing coincidence that our acts upon the chains of causality?  Of course, if you don’t believe in , then belief is meaningless, and all is determined for you; and you can rest assured that your meaningless situation is someone or something else’s fault.  As would have it, I don’t believe in such things.

 

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