Karma is a peculiar thing to figure out. Besides the 'my mind is playing tricks' and the 'coincidences' that (I think) I see are must be some mad illusion, there's the — what could possibly be the reason for this? What's the back story?

 

That's how it is with my brothers. We didn't grow up together. It's one of those soap-opera, tear-jerker sagas that doesn't need to be told here. The photo of Rob and I (above) is the one I carried in my heart for the 17 years we were separated.

What’s interesting, about the picture, is that when we met (through a series of mind-blowing coincidences [maybe a blog , some day]) we, almost immediately, picked up at the same place. Even as preschoolers, our predisposition for sitting together and pondering, then furiously debating, whenever we are together was firmly established. We're usually on opposite sides of an issue, but value deeply, the odd, sometimes baffling perspective, of the other.