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“The proportion is the same, 1 to 1.618 – over and over and over again. Patterns are hidden in plain sight, you just have to know where to look. Things most people see as chaos actually follow a subtle law of behaviour: galaxies, plants, seashells. The patterns never lie, but only some of us can see how the pieces fit together. 7,080,360,000 of us live on this tiny planet. This is the story of some of those people. There’s an ancient Chinese myth about the ‘red thread of fate’. It says that the gods have tied a red thread around everyone’s ankles and attached to all the people whose lives are destined to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break. It’s all been predetermined by mathematical probability and it’s my job to keep track of those numbers, to make the connections for those who need to find each other – the ones whose lives need to touch. I was born 4161 days ago, October 26, 2000, I’ve been alive for 11 years 4 months 21 days and 14 hours, and in all this time, I’ve never said a single word.”

~ Touch

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Am I your mathematical probability?

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Written by The Intimate Stranger

July 6th, 2012 at 6:42 am

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