My fate cannot be mastered; it can only be collaborated with and thereby, to some extent, directed. Nor am I the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.
- Aldous Huxley
I've been thinking about fate and circumstance a lot lately. This morning I put some Dylan on. I'm fond of the 1964 Bootleg of him Live at the Philharmonic Hall. Dylan has so much to reference and so much has already been referenced. While it's tempting for me to write a post on "The Times They Are A Changin'" given all the change I'm experiencing lately, but instead I'm going to regurgitate a post I wrote over a year and a half ago. Just because.
---Originally posted July 22, 2011---
Something happened to me today.
I haven't quite processed it completely yet, so I'm trying this.
Sharing personal things about myself is low on my list of "things I'm good at." Sure, I share about my interests in art, music and culture frequently (SEE: This. And This. And This. And This.) I have recently begun to display photography publicly as well. Those are indirect and safe ways to expose myself though.
Now, I'm going to tell you about something that happened.
After work today, I headed to a train station to catch a train out to my parents' house in South Suburban Chicago. As I ventured through the sweaty city I noticed my smartphone exploding with alerts. Either someone was really excited to text me or I was suddenly getting email or Facebook comment bombed.
Earlier I had set up alerts for the train to let me know if there were any issues - just in case. I don't know why I chose to do that.
As it turns out, alert after alert popped up because THIS happened:
Needless to say there were lots of delays. When my train was finally allowed to leave Chicago and head south we were told they could get us to the stop before this accident and then "we'll see". By the time we arrived to this juncture we were allowed to cautiously proceed. Slowly. Very slowly. Like a funeral procession slow.
The train was still located where you see it above. I happened to be sitting on the side of my train where I had a close view of this wreckage.
Here is were something happened.
On city walks and train rides like this I listen to Pandora on my phone.
Right as I passed where the car initially hit the train - I mean exactly to the second as I passed that spot - "Simple Twist of Fate" by Bob Dylan plays through my headphones.
I had chills.
For those of you who don't know Dylan that well, this is the album that song is from:
As if that wasn't eerie enough.
When I was a junior in high school, I made a film with two close friends named Philip Toscano and Eric Thompson as well as an assortments of other characters from our school. The film was called "Pill Poppin' and Train Hoppin'".
At the end, the main character dies....when he's hit by a train.
In the film, "Simple Twist of Fate" is the song that begins to play immediately after that scene.
Coincidence? Chance? Is there a message here? Something I am being told by the universe? Does this mean something?
Maybe Dylan said it best.