We dropped out of the race early to find another way through the dark, alien forests and somehow met each other amidst the din. Somehow we were a match.
What were the chances? We formed not on societal rails, but off in our own wilderness. How could we even communicate? Was it chance?
Jung spoke of synchronicity: two seemingly isolated events that bared more than a curious resemblance to each other, suggesting that there was a deeper, larger, subterranean flow of pattern. That synchronious events could emerge on either side of the world was suggestive of a deeper, ordered force that was faithfully giving rise to these supposedly separate events.
Was this not an altered form of what many eastern religions were trying to convey? That there existed great, deep tidal movements, that it was our religious duty to perceive those movements and align ourselves with them?
What was I to do then? Well, so much for romance.
