Moments when lightning bolts in the sky resemble a map of Pangaea.
Or when you see the face of your first pet in the folds of a tissue. Or how all the lines on a lover’s hand can resemble the canals on Mars.
When the birdpoop on your windshield is the face of that high school teacher you most disliked.
Or the burn marks on a grilled cheese sandwich offering the Virgin Mary’s appearance seared into your savory snack.
Moments when all of existence feels woven into a patchwork quilt of awe and interconnectedness.
Like when I play the song of life backward and continually hear your name.