Perhaps there are no coincidences in life. Maybe everything happens for some divine reason. Who am I to presume to know? All I know is that the edges of my experience meet neatly up with the corners of the next. Somehow the anniversaries of my life occur at the same times as the exorcisms. The universe continues to manage to make every new thing poignantly reminiscent of the last. But it’s not cruel mocking, it is the transcendent ring of something that has surpassed its predecessor. It has lapped the past and come back to tell you that better things are here. It’s not trying to make a statement, it is simply an undeniable moment in time that eclipses all that came before. Unmistakable proof that there is a reason for everything.