How curious to think that similar events can happen and be developed in the same exact moment. How absurd to believe that a single action, a decision, a choice, can really change someone’s destiny and create a different life path that wouldn’t otherwise exist. The outcomes may align, even though the paths don’t.
This is not philosophy but an actual, demonstrable truth.
I’ll pick two different facts that happened in the same moment, even in the same place, and show how they generated two similar realities – or rather parallel dimensions – that eventuate from a simple Saturday night’s choice.
The choice of the concert.
We attended a gig that Saturday night. Depeche Mode were playing at the Olympic Stadium in Stratford (East London) where 20,000 folks or so were frenetically queuing in wait for the gates to open: delirium, impatience and euphoria were the night’s main sentiments. All different generations ever wanted that night was to simply enjoy the silence.
Through the songs, the drinks, the friendship, the crowd was sweetly drowning in the love that the act was spreading. Unexpectedly – and as a magic touch – the rain fell purely, with no harm. It wetted the ecstatic expressions of the folks and everyone just started basking and dancing in that sensual tapping rhythm. Everyone was reaching out and touching faith.
The choice of the bridge.
Further down the city, the crowd was fearfully running from the terror that the act was spreading. Unexpectedly – and as a merciless touch – the rain fell purely, with such harm. It couldn’t wash away the blood that began to flow heavily from London Bridge all the way down to Southwark and premises, and marked the passage of them for whom human life has a minor relevance. The cruelty wasn’t stopped and the attack happened: the stabbings had already been inflicted. Everyone was reaching out and touching faith.
Two events, two choices, parallel dimensions, same outcome.
At the stadium, 20,000 people found their own personal Jesus.
Likewise the 7 on the bridge.