There are days when I feel like giving thanks; a bit of a problem as I don’t really have anyone to give thanks too. All those gods, that others seem to value so much, might as well be cartoon characters for all I care, after all Yogi seems, to my mind at least, to be just as believable as Jesus, and Fred Flintstone seems about as real as Buddha to me.
A talking bear with a pork pie hat and a tie? Ha-Ha, you’ll be telling me next that his mother was a virgin and that he was born in a stable to save us all. A caveman who pedals a stone-age car with wheels made from boulders? Well why not? All praise the holy Fred and the baby Bam-Bam too – yaba-daba-dooooo!
Gods eh? You just can’t seem to find one when you need one… or is that buses… or policemen?
Seriously though, who do you praise when you don’t have any god up your sleeve? Who do you conjure up when you sunny-day-stumble into that disturbing feeling that you are blessed?
Of course opportunity has plenty to do with it; being in the right place at the right time. I might have been born into that two thirds of the world where there is no choice or chance; and choice has a lot of say in whether you end up ‘blessed’ or ‘blighted’. Obviously chance, kismet, luck, serendipity, or whatever else you want to call it, has a big hand in it all too.
But as for a higher being masterminding each of our journeys and working in mysterious ways for each of us?
Well, I think not.
On the other side of the planet a butterfly beats his wings, causes a breeze that starts the air spiraling and causes a storm. A peal of thunder startles a bee. the bee stings a parrot that takes flight and causes a coconut to fall, The coconut lands in the sand and… well, you can decide upon the rest. Let’s just say that a small change in one place in a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state; a series of non related events becoming meaningfully related.
Synchronicity as Sting would sing.