Connections do not imply correlation nor do they infer causation.

But they do cause the inquisitive mind to ponder the compilation coincidences across a lifetime. 

And with each compilation the correlations intensify. 

It is the inherent human inclination to make sense out of chaos. To perceive patterns where there is nothing but a cataclysmic combustion of cosmos.

But the unconscious dominates conscious processes. The rational framework can only perceive a minute part of the bigger picture. 

I am aware of my drifts in an out of psychosis and neurosis. I am aware of any slip with consensus reality. I am a vigilant observer of my consciousness. Coherence beckons my mind, but the truth is rooted much deeper, genetic and environmental factors are beyond my control. 

It isn’t a sickness of mind, it is a sickness of soul. 

Or is it a spiritual gift ? 

One that has been inflicted with precise lamentation. Perhaps across lifetimes. 

The only difference between the mystic and the madman; is that the mystic knows who *not* to tell.