On Soulmates...

Sometimes you meet someone who sets your soul on fire. It is very rare, but it does happen. And the blaze burns relentlessly, etching itself into every fiber of every membrane of your being - down to your very core - altering every corner of your existence. You cannot escape it. 

To a large degree, you will find that there is not much you can do about it. There is no rationale governing the synapses and no clear scientific explanation as to why things are the way they are. Nothing adds up. It just happens. Maybe it's coincidence, maybe it's something else... Destiny.

It reminds me of a photograph I once took of a spectacular sunset with Mount Vesuvius in the background. Mt. Vesuvius is famous for the volcanic eruption that drowned Pompeii in ash, only to be re-discovered centuries later. Locals believe and expect it to erupt once more, any day now. It's unpredictablility echoes in the halls of tempestuous probability - in much the same way that Destiny cavorts on the paths of the most vulnerable unsuspecting souls - letting them think they are in control - before voraciously engulfing them in flames.