Synchronicity

I was at Einstein's the other day having lunch and slowly making my way through Walter Isaacson's biography of Steve Jobs. I was at the point in the book where Job was waxing poetic about his love of Bob Dylan's music and how he finally got to meet the man who so profoundly influenced him. I was immediately reminded of my dear friend Beth in Phoenix, who in her younger days actually dated Dylan for an extended period:

Me: "You should've seen my Mom's face when I brought home my first Bob Dylan record."

Beth: "You should've seen my Mom's face when I brought home Bob Dylan."

At that exact moment, one of Dylan's songs (I don't know which one; I recognize his voice but not his complete catalog) started playing over the sound system.

There is a lot about the nature of reality that we simply do not understand—and probably never will.