"We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
On occasion, I have no doubt the universe is speaking to me. When was the last time something like I'm about to describe happened to you?
Less than a week ago, I finished Wonderstruck (2011), Brian Selznick's captivating young adult novel, which was made into an exceptional film in 2017. I'd known immediately after watching the film that the book needed to go onto my "must read" list and said so in the blog post directly below, written just days later. I then promptly forgot my reading pledge until a few weeks back when a reader unearthed my five-year-old post. With me so far?
https://reflectionsfromthebellcurve.blogspot.com/2018/02/synaptic-sparks-of-wonder.html
Within hours of re-reading my post, I had the book in my hands and raced through it. Then came a Wonderstruck sandwich when I insisted my wife join me - she's my witness here - as I re-watched the film, loving it more the second time. OK, now get ready and try convincing me this is a coincidence.
Yesterday, I'm driving and listening to the radio, and as is my habit, paying attention to lyrics because I never know when some words for the ages might jump out at me. A 1981 song called Message of Love - written by Chrissie Hynde, performed by the Pretenders - comes on, containing the words that open this post. Want to take a guess why Hynde's aphoristic gem stopped me cold? Because those words happen to belong to Oscar Wilde and are featured prominently in Wonderstruck, both the book and the film adaptation.
Given the way this came together, doesn't the word wonder strike you as perfect for this particular iteration of words for the ages?
I call it serendipity and always love when it happens!
ReplyDeleteInes; I love it too and it invariably inspires me. Thanks for the comment.
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