These things people call amazing coincidences, synchronicity, small miracles—this is the way the world is supposed to work.

It is only that the world is in slumber, like a sleeping person who does not see, does not hear, does not speak—so that nothing distinguishes his head from his feet, his heart from his brain.

So too, the world lies deep in a dream where anything is possible, but nothing seems to have a goal. Where only chaos reigns.

It takes only one person to open his eyes, his ears, his mind and his heart, and the objects of this world fall into place and work together as a single whole. Synchronized. As they were meant to be.