Looking For A Word

I have looked at the words "fate," "providence," "coincidence," "serendipity," and even "nemesis" trying to find just the right one to describe so much that happens to me. Serendipity is just plain goofy, nemesis has a negative connotation, and I have said that I do not believe in coincidences. I still do not. Maybe I am just seeing the connections. More than one person has told me that I think too much.

Here is a recent example:

I understand the operation of the gasoline powered internal combusion engine, and had heard of Nicholas Otto. But when I asked guys about diesel engines I could not get a clear explanation of diesel compression ignition from anyone, so started learning for myself.

Found this cool video on youtube: Perkins Diesel Engine Animation, I suggest turning down the sound after the video starts if you would like to watch it, the music is awful.

When I first found the video, however it had this music with it:
Otto's Daughter - Mars which to be honest made it great fun to watch over and over, and which I thought was very clever to match to an engine video. But probably some copyright/ip thing happened and the good music was removed and replaced with ick.

So since I missed the music I bought a copy in iTunes and loaded it onto my iPod.

Most evenings after work I go to the pond and feed the fish, listen to tunes and unwind the day.

One day last week I was there feeding the fish, listening to "Mars." I looked out across the pond and saw that the water at the far shore seemed to be boiling. Huge bubble were rising and bursting. I thought, "That is weird. How can a pond boil?" Then it seemed that the boiling area was growing and spreading toward the center of the pond. At that moment the refrain started playing which includes the line: "It's coming closer, closer, closer." Finally as the bubbles kept coming closer to where I was standing I could see that it was caused by very large dispersed rain drops hitting the water at high velocity. And she kept singing "closer, closer, closer."

About then I realized that I was going to get soaked on the walk back to the house, but didn't mind too much because my mind had already gone back over all that had gone into making that event happen just the way it did. Who knew that because no man would intelligently discuss compression ignition with me I would end up with my own personal sound track to a natural event?

Yep, I think too much and I think the word I want is "connections."