A Truly Absurd Synchronistic Event (#14)

Just now I was reviewing last week's post (April 8th) about the heart-shaped glass box. I lingered over the last photo especially -- I find that image of a red heart contained within a glass heart quite beautiful, and synbolically meaningful as well. It's also a little amusing to me in that it kind of looks like a bleeding heart with a lace border -- very Mexican, if you ask me.

I then opened another tab in my browser in order to visit some other blogs. The first blog I went to was one authored by a Filipina woman who lives in Seoul, Korea. Her latest post happened to be about a really fancy ladies' room in some public venue in Seoul. She'd put up some photos and teasingly challenged her readers to guess where it might be located. I was curious, so I clicked open the comments -- and I saw this (the rest of the blog's contents have been blurred out):



Here's a cropped and enlarged view of that unusual graphic:



Compare it against the photograph I was looking at just before I visited her blog (image shrunk for better comparison):



Writer Damon Knight, in his biography of Charles Fort, the iconic iconoclast and comfort-zone-challenger, wrote: "If there is a universal mind, must it be sane?"

I guess one could as easily ask, "If there is a universal mind, must it be awake, rather than asleep and dreaming?"

A photograph of a red foam rubber heart inside a heart-shaped glass container -- followed by an emoticon in the form of a red heart contained within a nearly heart-shaped border... Had I gone on browsing the blogs, would I next have come across an image of a bleeding heart in a religious icon, a Purple Heart in a box, or a Valentine's Day box of chocolates? Perhaps a heart-shaped face in an oval frame?

In Fort's organic view of the universe, nothing possessed a separate identity entire to itself; no such thing as an independent, isolated object existed. Everything blurred at the edges and bled into its neighbors, which also blurred into their neighbors, and so on, so that everything was really part of everything else.

One red heart bleeding into another red heart; a universe-algorithm that makes two heart-files intersect at a folder marked X (for Xenolithic!^^)...

In one of his manuscripts Fort recounted an incident from his boyhood. His father pressed him into service one day to help out at the family store, stripping factory labels off canned goods and attaching the store's own labels.

At some point the young Fort ran out of all but peach labels. When he faced a pile of canned apricots, he thought, Well, is not an apricot a kind of peach? So he started putting peach labels onto cans of apricots. Then when he was done with apricots, he began to paste peach labels on other canned goods -- in order of decreasing likeness, surely -- such as plums, cherries, strings beans, succotash. There is no mention of how, or if, it affected business.