coincidence.  "Superstitious fools!"  Sure
enough I suddenly remembered those old
tricks in my "Black Arts" book about
numerology; from way back in the Sixties.  I
gradually made a science of grouping my
days and years on this planet into cycles of
three, six, nine, and any number divisible by
three.  Sure enough I saw patterns in my life
emerge.  Not necessarily as prescribed by
numerology, but cycles in my life seemed to
repeat, coincide, synchronize in threes much
more than in cycles of two or numbers not 
divisible by three.  I quite literally thought I
was going crazy.  I still wonder.  That
seemingly random, chaotic, spontaneous and
distant points in time and space could be so
. . . orderly.  Cyclical.  Parallel.  Infinitely
finite.

As the Ugly Eighties went on I devoured
Carl Jung's 'Synchronicity' and meaningful
coincidence, Michael Guillen's 'Bridges to
Infinity; The Human Side of Mathematics',
Rudy Rucker's 'Infinity and the Mind',
Frijtof Capra's  'Tao of Physics', the writings