Shooting Sparks

Recently I have been thinking about the brain and how synapses fire and what throws the spark. And a bit ago I sent someone a story I wrote and that someone knew exactly why the last sentence needed to be there. That's unusual. Trust me, it is.

There are billions of brains in the world but only some of them connect, fire at the same frequency. It's probably tied to a theory of mine - see: The Hum of Invisible Wires.  It may seem like I spend way too much time thinking about this. I might. But the fact is it is rare to spark - or at least it is for me. Admittedly my receptors may have been altered over the years - maybe they now require more to fire. But I don't think that's even half of it.

It may be sentences. It may be as simple as that. 

I have met a bunch of really smart people. Interesting people, people I have loved and in some cases still do. But there is this other quality that may be rarer than smart or even love. It's this simpatico - how sentences -  what they say, how they say it find their way to their perfect receptors. Mesh like gears. Their sentence might be just the perfect length, the mot juste perfectly placed. Whatever. But it rings the perfect bell, the bell you thought only you heard and then it rings all the way across the country. Maryland say, or DC. It rings all the way from there and you don't even like the East coast. 

It's just good to say hello.