The movie "Sliding Doors"

I'm back on my "butterfly effect" horse again, thinking about the possible alternative lives I might have had/will have/am having.

I just watched the movie "Sliding Doors", about a woman's alternate lives that occur simply through missing a train. Apart from asking myself why I didn't write the fucking film myself, again I'm seeing how chance affects our lives so much of the time. We really are in the lap of the gods, or, at "God's Will".

Looking at the films and books I like most, I can see that the whole business of chance is a recurring theme in my life. I wonder what that's about? Even one of my favourite books is The Dice Man: all about chance.

I love the idea that potential exists in me at any given moment. That the law of karma is instant. Principle is not bound by precedent is perhaps my motto. It's always a refreshing thing to remember.

And now I'm thinking that maybe I should just up and away to Los Angeles, as I'd originally intended back in 1992, in Seville, shortly before I witnessed the car wreck. Now that was an odd little synchronicity if ever there was one...