Sunday 26 October 2014

Rebus


A rather odd but nonetheless powerful thought came to mind a moment ago, and it was powerful because deep down it felt true:

If we're to believe that we are indeed all connected in some way or other, it's funny for me to think that the person I am the least connected to in the whole world is the very man who was responsible for making half the biological person that came into existence as 'me'. It is truly ironic to think that of all the people in this world, out of the billions of strangers who exist in parallel with me, he will forever remain the greatest of all strangers.

It is one of life's so-called ironies I have yet to fathom. I accept it, but I still ponder its significance, if any.