However irrational and uncomfortable it may be, it is compelling, for the one who sees, to admit that there are coincidences so striking, so incredibly expressive,—though sometimes of obscure significance,—that to deny them or even to keep silent about them seems unworthy of the appreciation of honesty. “Coincidence” is an incorrect term, “chance” a justification that affronts the intelligence capable of simple mathematics, which soon rates it as an inadmissible absurdity, the greatest of all possible absurdities. From this, unfortunately, no safe conclusions can be drawn, no certainties can be extracted that fully clarify the mystery, but it seems nobler to say what is seen with conceivable words instead of denying the patent for the inability to express it.