Surreal Synchronicity
Was reading the Curt Sachs book yesterday night and slept with my head full of iambs, dactyls, and trochees. Today morning, I finish off a Stephen King tale from Everything's Eventual called All That You Love Will Be Carried Away. At one point in the story, Alex Zimmer starts analyzing the forms of graffiti he has picked up, looking for iambs and trochees. Jung called this synchronicity, says my friend, it can be explained using probability. It's still eerie.