Moments of synchronicity: of unintended but nonetheless apparent coincidence draw attention to processual relationships by establishing a perceptible (although illusory) logic in the arbitrary nature of things.
These moments, whilst in themselves not revealing any great insights into the workings of the world function as a mechanism that snaps one into a state of active receptivity; by being party to a coincidence, an anomalous occurrence, a superficial glimpse of patterning on the world’s veneer of (what would otherwise appear as) chaos, one is coerced into paying attention to all workings as an event out of the ordinary has suggested that there is something more – behind, above or otherwise outside of – a bigger picture, a higher power…
Two Lycra clad joggers run on treadmills side by side. Feet fall motoric, corresponding in time before the inevitable happens; rhythm slips, out of phase, flutters to an electric patter that stretches elastic as it pulls apart
cross rhythms; in on beat and off
you become aware of every strained breath; metrically interlocking between the feet
falling syncopated with the pull down machine that
(in need of a good oil) squeaks an accent on your beating heart
landing on the off of the treadmill’s four to floor
it isn’t…and it’s just the sound of two men running on a treadmill again. And you look around awkward as self-consciousness again sets in.
Moments of synchronicity can induce a state where one becomes actively receptive to all – the relationships, the meaningless along with the meaningful, the noise along with the music, and for that time one’s perceptual world is a (busier but also) much richer place. It is a state in which one becomes aware of how inspiring the state of simply being is.