Sometimes, the universe converges in frightening ways.

For instance, I was just now reading Regulation Z (regarding credit card fraud), and this song came up:

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your f**king khakis
-The Dust Brothers, "This is your life"

Sometimes, I feel like the universe is sending me a message, and that message is scary.

"Only after disaster can we be resurrected."