“Rest in peace” strikes curious harmonics when it’s directed at the living. Dunno why.
While one persistent characteristic of my mind is that as far as I am aware, I do not believe IN or have “faith” IN anything, it is possible that there might be something to this sympathetic magic business. I am not jumping whole hog into the manifestation of the will thing, the “strange attractor” idea (the nomenclature having been “borrowed” from the physicists) may well have its counterpart in existential reality. I usually have two or three books on the go at the same time, the books having been chosen at random from a selection of possibly diverting reads. As I have gone from one to another among my present choices, I have come across variations of one phrase in all three tomes: “peacefully sleeping,” or words to that effect. Here comes the attractor. I have very recently either wished a peaceful sleep to someone else while simultaneously desiring it for myself. It is a small thing, a trifling oddity, but an oddity that is highlighted by the drab quotidian sameness in which it is set.
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