So, yesterday I was minding my own business, in the middle of “The City” (that would be San Francisco in these parts). And I meet a woman named Karen Quest, we start off talking about hair color and I later come to find out that she is a Western star of sorts: a performer, a rope-twirler-spinner-type. Tonight, I was talking to my roommate…and I asked her if she thought that to be a little strange, I mean, what are the odds of me running into a cowgirl like this in San Francisco in the middle of a Saturday? Well…Ann passed this along, saying Johann Wolfgang von Goethe had an explanation…
“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation) there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way.”…hmmmmm, kinda makes sense don’tcha think?…it’s the boots.
