My body holds the memory of a hundred dress rehearsals.
Your brain sends out the same impulses no matter whether it’s a daydream or a day away.
Somewhere in my mind, it really happened. And somewhere in your mind, at the same time, it happened too. Our energy beat us to it.
And maybe we’re lucky, and that energy has some quantum entanglement keeping us hooked up. Maybe a speck of you was next to a particle of me when the universe blew up and created itself, and you do look kind of familiar now that I think about it.
So now when I think of you and you think of me, if there is even an infinitesimal tangled bit of energy, then that is definitely some spooky action at a distance. Thank you, Einstein.