And what of rings and things that go bump in the night, paths that cross without knowing, without reason, without cause. The drifting eye catches something familiar, a deja vu, a connection we wish to pursue. We search for paths of comfort, of interest, of excitment, or wonder. We click, we hope, we browse.

All for the connection. The dream of knowing and being known. Popularity, but more, familiarity. A friend. The dream of sharing, of being welcome, of belonging. The social dream, desire, wish, prayer. To love and be loved.

To not be alone.