synchronicity, my arse...
Between 8:26 and 8:45 this morning, at breakfast, I was ranting to my partner about how utterly sick I am of the misandy which underlies much of what masquerades as well-intentioned feminism and I was reiterating most of the gist of a blog item (and the comments thereto) on that subject.
A few minutes ago, my ego was scanning Sitemeter to see what vistors I had recently and lo and behold a person from Port Talbot, England, had been reading this blog at exactly that time and duration. And guess which blog item they were reading....
I think Jung was wrong about the acausality of things...
A few minutes ago, my ego was scanning Sitemeter to see what vistors I had recently and lo and behold a person from Port Talbot, England, had been reading this blog at exactly that time and duration. And guess which blog item they were reading....
I think Jung was wrong about the acausality of things...
posted by The Editor at
9:04 AM
2 Comments:
You named your arse Synchronicity, how sweet. I just call mine Big.
Yes, but do you think synchronicity is acausal?
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