The Letter O
Have you ever noticed that things in your life seem to be connected in somewhat strange ways? For example, I've read three books while in Edinburgh so far; Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K Dick, Northern Lights by Philip Pullman, and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon. The first two are connected by the authors' first names, which I did somewhat on purpose. The third I just picked up because it looked interesting. However, turns out it was connected to the first book by Philip K Dick: The character references the film Blade Runner which was based on Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?... I'm sure it's just some crazy coincidence but it's still neat to think about... Which is why I'm interested in the letter O recently. Get this: I work at Our Dynamic Earth. I used to work (and will hopefully work in the future) at OMSI. I'm a member of the Oregon Informal/Free-choice Learning Interest Group. I used to be obsessed with Orcas and worked at a museum all about them. I was born in Oregon. My fave colour is Orange. My phone service here is called Orange. I have three O's in my full name. I like Oatmeal and find Orangutans fascinating. (Did you know that their arms are longer than their height?) I used to live in a building called the Ondine.
Okay, okay, so, the interesting thing is not that I seem to have connections with the letter O or a way of finding connections between books I've read. The interesting thing is how humans, including myself (even though I'm not human), find ways to make connections in our lives. What does it prove, if anything? Does it make our existence more important, more soulful, more complete? Is there a point to it all?
I'm not saying that making connections with people isn't important, I'm referring to the small everyday connections that we make in our minds and may not even share with another person. The little things like I mentioned above, like the letter O or literary connections.
What is your letter O?
Okay, okay, so, the interesting thing is not that I seem to have connections with the letter O or a way of finding connections between books I've read. The interesting thing is how humans, including myself (even though I'm not human), find ways to make connections in our lives. What does it prove, if anything? Does it make our existence more important, more soulful, more complete? Is there a point to it all?
I'm not saying that making connections with people isn't important, I'm referring to the small everyday connections that we make in our minds and may not even share with another person. The little things like I mentioned above, like the letter O or literary connections.
What is your letter O?