Synchronicity
'The Chinese mind, as I see it at work in the 'I Ching', seems to be exclusively preoccupied with the chance aspect of events. What we call coincidence seems to be the chief concern of this peculiar mind, and what we worship as causality passes almost unnoticed ... While the Western mind carefully sifts, weighs, selects, classifies, isolates, the Chinese picture of the moment encompasses everything down to the minutest nonsensical detail, because all of the ingredients make up the observed moment.'
Carl Jung

Meaningful connections between the subjective and objective world are not uncommon. Suppose you were listening to a song while reading a letter from a distant friend, and the letter - completely unexpectedly - mentioned the very song you were listening to. Or suppose you had just written something about a particular species of bird and someone, who knew nothing of this, told you that they had just had a dream in which you appeared as the very same bird. I had a strange experience of synchronicity myself once. I was sitting on a helicopter, awaiting take-off. I was reading the passage in Dostoevsky's 'The Idiot' describing an epileptic fit (Dostoevsky, like the hero of 'The Idiot', Prince Myshkin, suffered from epilepsy) when there was a sudden commotion a few seats in front of me. One of my fellow passengers was in the throes of an epileptic fit induced by the strobe effect of the helicopter's rotary blades. Such experiences can be disconcerting, even disturbing, but they teach us something important about the nature of perception, and the limitations of rational thought. Diehard rationalists - for whom coincidence is totally devoid of 'meaning' - have no time for this sort of nonsense, but then a logician is just a metaphysician who has forgotten to take his socks off before climbing into the bath.