I'm Major Jackson, and this is the slowdown.

How many times has a friend or relative come to mine?

And soon after, I receive a phone call from them.

This happens a lot with my wife.

I go to pick up the phone to ring her, and her face and name suddenly appear on the screen,

showing that she thought to contact me at the same instant.

When I answer, she is startled and says, the phone didn't even ring. You were just there.

Maybe this doesn't fully qualify as quantum entanglement, what Einstein called spooky action at a distance.

But there's more.

My wife grew up in Ohio, knowing she was adopted early in life.

Decades later, she learned her biological mom lived two towns away in Florida, unbeknownst to both of them.

Or the time I was inexplicably waylaid by sudden pain in my shoulder.

The same day my oldest son flew head over handlebars on an e-scooter and fractured his shoulder.

He had applied his brake suddenly at an intersection. He had applied his brake suddenly at an intersection.

At that very moment, I was trying to put away plates from the dishwasher, and I suddenly

could not lift my arm above my head.

Then there was that time, when I randomly dreamt about an older friend I had not seen in almost a decade.

The next day, at an event that she would surely have enjoyed, I learned she passed away the previous night.

Sure, you could write these off as mere coincidences, yet it seems the universe continually shows us

our uncanny connection to each other. I am intrigued by the subterranean signals that occur

between us, feelings and phenomena conveyed across distance.

What if our art?

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