"Anyway, I look at the universe as one big organism. Everything is connected, everything has a context, everything is working as part of this larger machine. And sometimes, the different parts communicate with each other. Sometimes that communication is very direct, and sometimes it requires intermediaries and interpretation.
The universe is one big organism, and I am one very small part of it. Sometimes, for reasons I might never fathom, or reasons I may only get a glimpse of, the universe needs me to fucking move already. I’m lying on the wrong thing. I need to be in the other place. I have to open the thing and let the other thing through. The universe needs to communicate with me, and I need to communicate with it, but we do not speak the same language at all, and really only have access to some of the parts that make up each of our identified entities. So, sometimes the universe takes some other part of its body – some intermediary – and jury-rigs it to pass on its message to me. Sometimes that intermediary is a sign on the freeway. Sometimes it is a coincidence that just seems to keep happening. Sometimes it is a day that goes continually wrong, forcing me to retreat to my house and conclude that I was not meant to go out today, christ. Only lately I have begun to feel like there is an intermediary that I can personally call God that sometimes tries to pass the message on. This intermediary is the universe dressed up in a human suit, speaking more directly than I have allowed anything else to speak to me."
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