the lost sheep

we can, if we choose, wander aimlesly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendiptous spring breeze.
Nonetheless, we can in the same breath deny that there is any such thing as coincidence. What's done is done, what's yet to be is clearly yet to be, and so on. in other words,sanwiched as we are between the "everything" that is behind us and the "zero" beyond us, ours is an ephemeral exitence in which there is neither coincidence nor posibility.
In actual practice, however, distinctions between the two interpretations amount to precious little. A state of affairs (as with most face-offs between interpretations) not unlike calling the same food by two different names.

- a wild sheep chase