The late analytical headshrinker Carl G. Jung coined the term “synchronicity”. He defined it by describing circumstances that appear meaningfully related but lack a causal connection.
Probably a good example comes to Gumshoe’s brain pan is thinking of a person and they contact you from out of the blue. Cosmic kabuki theater perhaps? Vicissitudes of fortune? Maybe just wishful thinking. Yawn. Maybe a little by both?
The signpost is just up ahead. You have just entered the Twilight Zone.
Well, as a seasoned police gypsy, Gumshoe thinks it is more by chance and not by some inner or outer hobgoblin of mystical metaphysical choice. But, Gumshoe could be wrong. Dumb luck, as well as chance, have solved many a case. In some instances, they kept Gumshoe on the upside of the daises.
Should the Oracle of Delphi pack up the vestal virgins and take a road trip to Disneyland? Perhaps not. Either way, Motel 6 will leave the light on for you and the girls until your return.
A good cop always relies on his past experience, training, and “gut instinct” to catch the misanthropes.
Profile the crooks (their M.O.’s) each and every time produces results with cuff’s ratcheting on their wrists. Hook ‘em and book ‘em. Enforce all codes on all roads.
Connecting the dots, gathering evidence, being a good observer and listener trumps crystal balls, tarot cards, and naval gazing meditation.
The majority of good police work is by choice. Choosing to follow the leads. Sometimes luck and chance play a part driven by determination, and dedication to making things happen. Sitting on your thumbs never ever got things done.
Occasionally between coffee and donut breaks, high-speed pursuits of fleeing felons, and the OK Coral shootouts, cops have to show up on the worst day of your life and bear the burden of delivering tragic news. Never by personal choice just by chance and by bad luck to be available for that dreaded radio call.
Police work down and dirty caused Gumshoe to learn things that he never really wanted to know and the things that Gumshoe tries to forget, but can’t. Never by choice folks. Nightmares ahoy!
Doctor Jung rest in peace on your cosmic couch, your abstract analytical theory is secure by luck, chance and choice.
That’s all for now kind readers. Always remember to love the ones who love you and really try to love the ones who don’t.
PS: That’s a personal choice.