I recently was standing in line in the Southwest que waiting to board when a woman walked up next to me talking to her Mother on the phone. There were lots of people milling around and I didn't notice her anymore than anyone else in line. However she saw the book I was reading and asked, "Is that a biography?"
I was reading a 1,200 page book published in the 1930's that was written by a relatively unknown (outside of India) philosophical writer. "No, actually it is a series of articles that he published in 1914 that was culminated in this book."
She smiled as if I were telling her something that she already knew. "Do you know who he is?" I asked.
"Why..." I stammered. "How did you come across this author?"
"I'm a student of that body of work," she replied. "I know many authors on that topic."
We proceeded to sit together on our short flight and discussed many philosophical teachings. She was very educated on this area of study and, in particular, was able to give me a great deal of insight that could only come from someone that has studied this genre for many years.
We later looked at our boarding passes and shared stories about how we normally check-in much earlier but due to other circumstances we both checked in late. This chance encounter was driven by both of us being placed in a line for a flight with sequential boarding numbers.
In this crazy and deceptively chaotic world, it is hard for us to contemplate that there are no coincidences. Our logical Mind desires to make order out of this chaos by artificially creating intelligent design as if the only way these chance encounters are possible is if God Himself were pulling strings to make these things happen.
However there is order in the chaos and God Himself does not need to pull strings. We pull them ourselves and this is what brings us chance encounters, unknown run-ins and random collisions (not just the bad kind). There is order in chaos and this is by divine intent. However we simply lack the perspective to see such order.
It is important to recognize that of the 11 dimensions necessitated by quantum physicists that "time" is not necessarily persistent. Looking back over our lives we see order amid the chaos that was present while the events were unfolding. We assume that fate guided us through these random events blossoming around us because it is easier (and a bit more comforting) to believe that we were guided through these events rather than to assume the responsibility that we're, in fact, driving through the quagmire with our eyes closed.
One can surmise that we know what is best and somehow are able (when we're in balance) to communicate with others to pull these coincidences together. Our conscious Mind is not in charge of such gravitational forces (for good reason) and thus we have a hard time grappling with such a reality.
However in looking back on our lives we can't help but rationalize the order in which people came into our lives. It seems like things occur as divinely intended and, in a sense, that is true. The difference between our version of divine intervention and the actual intervention is closer at hand than we want to admit. To do so, opens us up to a world where we have an opportunity and responsibility to make things happen. And this might be a bit much for us to comprehend when someone interrupts you in line at Starbucks to ask you a question.
meaning | ˈmēni ng |
meaningful | ˈmēni ng fəl |
what is meant by a word, text, concept, or actionadjective
intended to communicate something that is not directly expressed
meaningful | ˈmēni ng fəl |
• having a serious, important, or useful quality or purpose