SOMETHING CROSSED THE FLOW OF THE TAO TO FOCUS ON ME

Late last night, at a moment I hardly noticed except by happenstance, an insignificant-- yet interesting/ bizarre thing occurred. Something crossed a half a century, without warning, to touch me--from two directions.

The clear picture here below is, I thought, one-of-a-kind. A print my mom and dad picked up at a used-crap; discarded estate junk shop, in Germany, when stationed there in the 70's. It ended up, after almost 50 years, hanging on the wall of my living room. I am looking at it now. On my wall. 

Then, late last night, I am watching an obscure BBC production, filmed in Loch Ness, Scotland. Filmed LAST YEAR. An actor comes into his home, turns down the hallway, and behind him--on the wall... is 

I shot the pic here quickly with a phone cam, in motion, but I assure you, without equivocation, it is the same picture. Exactly. Not one line or dot off. 

Germany, 50 years ago, and Scotland a few months ago. And me in the middle. 

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