Does the body rule the mind, or does the mind rule the body? I dunno.
For some people of a certain age, those words will be familiar. It is a line from a song by The Smiths, penned by the master of misery himself, Morrissey. And like Morrissey, I dunno the answer to that question, either. But the mind, and our thoughts, can behave in ways that are strange.
The way our mind often works, reminds me of the two shoulder angels, one good and one bad. Both sitting on our shoulders, waiting for the opportunity to make or break us. Our thoughts can lead us to think about things that make us wonder what is going on, a state where often the only thing we can fall back on is coincidence.
Or it just might be that someone or something else is in control.
And here’s my second tale from the simulation. Nothing complicated about this one, just a series of unlikely events.


