As for coincidence…Ha!

Okay ( mango seltzer and old crow with coke and ice speaking) There is no such thing as chance, or coincidence, or fate, or destiny. What there is though, is enough…

Today, a pair of ravens did their best. I mean, they truly tried their very best, one in particular. Why? Because they can. It was not coincidence, it was not fate, it was not destiny. What it was though, was good.

Remember a few days ago about moving mountains? It’s true. It’s powerful. It is to be respected.

The ability to destroy a world comes with huge responsibility yet retained this the humility to realize only if given permission…

To obliterate a galaxy is easy if so ordered. Though if one were to do it because of ‘free will’ or the desire to conduct such activity then you’d have better chance of making a chicken turn back into an egg.

Experiencing humility because of trusting a fuel gauge is a great and wonderful form of humor. There is a story behind this yet there is always a story behind every raven, every stone, every mountain, every beating heart.

To some beings out there, I know. What is there to know? Ha! A coincidence.

The people looking at my excavator and trailer tonight were nice people. His teeth told many stories. Her mind told many more. Their dog; spastic. Thor, wonderful bastard.

So, I raise my glass to coincidence and a ‘broken’ fuel gauge. Tomorrow the ravens resume, the deer munch, Thor will charm and i will be so sober it may seem like a coincidence. Oh, and poor Donald, or in better words, as the world turns.