Mqurice was here

[Mqurice]

<Do you believe in the magic of coincidences?>

Ah the beautiful interference pattern of life. Coincidence upon coincidence, fractaled up as wave function upon wave function coincidentally meet to form giant frenzies of hope and giant maelstroms of fear.

More usually, the wave functions percolate through existence, each going about their business. But just as throughout nature, a large trough is next in line after a large wave top, the same in the coincidence in human affairs.

Maurice, although you might be a fake, at least you correctly identify some of the magic of life. How about the magic of gold? That timeless substance, unaltered since it was formed by stardust at the birth of earth, admired by all who gazed and pondered about its stability and beauty in a world of change, birth, death and confusion. An eternal talisman of hope, connecting the ephemeral world of humans to the very heart of reality.

Maybe here you will see the truth,

Mqurice