I’m Kat, and this is what passes for my personal blog.
No man, proclaimed Donne, is an island, and he was wrong. If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each other’s tragedies. We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature and by the repetitive shape and form of the stories. The shape does not change: there was a human being who was born, lived and then by some means or other, died. There. You may fill in the details from your own experience. As unoriginal as any other tale, as unique as any other life.
SOL: But life isn’t just mathematics. I spent forty years looking for patterns in Pi, I found nothing.
MAX: You found things …
SOL: I found things, but not a pattern.
Main Entry: not·a·pat·tern
Etymology: compound from Middle English, alteration of nought, and Middle English patron, from Middle French, from Medieval Latin patronus
1 : see wikipedia: “apophenia“.