Another coincidence for my Saturday back in September 1991. Each year, I hold my breath, expecting another wrinkle to reach me. Most years, it’s silent. But I’ve had a few that bring new information or entirely another perspective. It’s been 32 years. I’ve abandoned the idea that the coincidences will ever stop coming. The first true website came out in August 1991. Prior to that, only nerds used the nascent internet to connect via forums and text-based interaction. This year, someone linked a previously hidden Google directory of discussions related to my memorable Saturday September morning. I read all of it that was available to me this morning at 1 a.m.

Because of the way my labyrinth brain works, it made me want to sit and read “Juan Salvador Gaviota” (Jonathan Livingston Seagull) in Spanish. Every time I get another copy, someone who hasn’t read it pops into my life, and I give it to them, knowing they will experience something wonderful when they read it for the first time. When I was learning Spanish proficiently, it was one of the few books that ignited the possibility of thinking in another language. “Prince of Tides” was another one. (“El Principe de Las Mareas,” which sounds much more exotic to me.) Another one was “Your Erroneous Zones,” by Wayne Dyer, a book that fell into my hands by fortuitous accident after another house fire while I was in junior high school. Though not directly connected, Dyer’s book connected me to the same metaphysical ideas that Richard Bach wrote about in “Jonathan Livingston Seagull.”

Jonathan Livingston Seagull is an allegory about flying – and about life’s hidden meaning, one usually reserved for the outliers.

Maybe Joe Frasca is spending his eternity doing acrobatics. I hope so. If so, I’m envious of the fact that he is up there, looking down on the topography we experience mostly in two dimensions.

Love, X
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