Ever marvel at serendipity? At a plate full of coincidence? Of relevant lessons that come just in time? At a short, sharp, confirmation shoved into your side? I think it might be kismet. But, I am not going to check that right now, in our large red faux-Morocco bound Webster's, or our dusty and frail ten volume Oxford.
I am not reading the definition of kismet right now, because I am in a big hurry. In a hurry to serve you up another letter from Letters of Note.
I am in a hurry, because I am reading four books that suggest to me some questions that this letter pertains to intimately. It may be that you are reading the same four books, or perhaps any four books, so I wanted to you to have this letter. Now.
PS
The Four Books of the Apocalypse:
Raccoons are the Brightest People; Sterling North.
Epitaph for a Peach; David Mas Masumoto.
The Yearling; Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.
A Short History of Nearly Everything; Bill Bryson.
