I thought of Kalil Gibran poem about the children... said a few lines, though I don't know the whole thing. it got posted here-probably the same day..not sure.
I can think or ruminate/dwell or pass over thoughts...could be something obscure but consistantly
someone else will bring it up as if on the same page.
this is more than coincedence. sometimes it is like a she or a he playing a game with my head. to continue thinking of this makes me mad and nutsy feeling.
sometimes it is maddening and other times it is fun, pleasant recognition.
can people have the power to do this....and if so what for?