Two farmers meet on the road. One has a pig. He’s holding the pig up to eat the leaves of a tree. And the second guy says, “What are you doing?” The first guy says, “I’m feeding my pig.” And then the second guy says, “Oh, that must take a lot of time.” First farmer says, “What’s time to a pig?”
We are all pilgrims, trying to figure out who we are and how to live in this world. And we go on until we can’t.
People want miracles. Maybe the only miracle is I can take your hand. That’s the miracle, the striking through, the freeing of the caged heart. ‘Cause without it… life is just half lived.
Coincidence is the simple condition of coinciding. Any number of people or things occupying the same space at the same point in time.