An elderly man in Muncie believes the water stain on his bedroom ceiling is the face of Jesus.
In Syracuse, a woman witnesses random tar stains on the sidewalk and reassembles them into the disapproving look of her mother.
While out for an early-morning L.A. walk, I marvel at how somber gray clouds have formed the chilling shower scene from Psycho.
In moments like these, the entirety of the universe is interconnected, and we are all threads creating the cloth of miracle and madness.
Somewhere, the moon upon the water reflects the face of the one you love.
On the other side of the world, the spots on a horse are Robert Johnson tuning his guitar at the crossroads.
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