It may sound normal, but, there is this thread of coincidence weaving itself around me, rarely connecting with me. The word 'Copper', for example, is just repeating itself so many times that it seems to be playing some hidden and important role in my life.
Everything that seemed insignificant actually seems to be more significant. It is nice, in a way, to know that you're the centre of something big; but again, everyone is.
Their universes colliding with so many others', creating dimensions that we never thought could exist, a new realm altogether. And so many dimensions forming perpetually; a dimension within another and so on and so on until one particular dimension forms, in which everyone's dimensions just blend in harmoniously.
There are these different dimensions that are forming just by the decisions we make; another new dimension contradicting the decision we make in this one, and these contradictions resonating with the thousands of contradictions of others' dimensions. Except, we don't realise that we're stepping into another dimension and the world is adapting according to the decision WE make. These things just make us feel important, but actually, "We're just infitesemal flecks of dust in history." [Woot woot! Well said, queenofsmirks!]. Except, these small flecks make all the difference.
Everything that seemed insignificant actually seems to be more significant. It is nice, in a way, to know that you're the centre of something big; but again, everyone is.
Their universes colliding with so many others', creating dimensions that we never thought could exist, a new realm altogether. And so many dimensions forming perpetually; a dimension within another and so on and so on until one particular dimension forms, in which everyone's dimensions just blend in harmoniously.
There are these different dimensions that are forming just by the decisions we make; another new dimension contradicting the decision we make in this one, and these contradictions resonating with the thousands of contradictions of others' dimensions. Except, we don't realise that we're stepping into another dimension and the world is adapting according to the decision WE make. These things just make us feel important, but actually, "We're just infitesemal flecks of dust in history." [Woot woot! Well said, queenofsmirks!]. Except, these small flecks make all the difference.
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