Some things are not meant to be understood.

Some years back I visited my hometown in Virginia from which I had been gone 12 years. A friend of my brothers' had then lived in a hamlet five miles from town. I stood on a street corner debating with myself whether I wanted to ring him up just to say Hi- he had not been a particular friend of mine so there was no real reason to do so.

Something made me turn and look at the other end of the block just as that friend came into view. He was on his way to get a haircut so I told him I'd tell my brothers we had met and let him go. He was not nearly as mind-boggled as I.