I perceive connections and patterns everywhere.
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.
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