The Unseen Threads That Bind Us
Some connections defy logic. Some moments arrive before we understand why. And some losses remind us that the ties between us are never truly broken.
This weekend, I watched a TED Talk by Tom Chi (Everything is Connected) that left me thinking. He explains how, at a molecular level, we are literally made from the remnants of stars. The iron in our blood? Born from supernovae billions of years ago. Every breath we take carries molecules that have traveled through countless lifeforms before us. Science, stripped of mysticism, proving that everything—everyone—is connected.
Then yesterday, I woke up with this strange weight in my chest. No reason. Just there. Throughout the day, I kept thinking about an old friend, someone I hadn’t spoken to in a while. Heck, I even wrote about him yesterday. His name, his presence, his story—etched into my words before I even knew why.
At lunch, another friend and I talked about AI—how it’s changing the way knowledge is connected, how it weaves thoughts and ideas together in ways we’re only beginning to understand.
And then, early this morning, I get a message. From him. The very friend I had been thinking about all day. A message of loss. A message that carried the kind of weight that stops time for a moment, takes your breath, and just leaves you sad. Mourning.
And you won’t believe at what time that message came.
3:33 AM.
Those who’ve been reading The Burn Blog for a while already know—this number has followed me my whole life. It’s appeared at crossroads, in moments of reinvention, in times when something unseen was shifting beneath the surface. And now, once again, in the middle of the night, at the exact moment where the veil between knowing and unknowing felt the thinnest—it was there.
It made me wonder: What if these connections run deeper than we realize?
What if the signals aren’t just digital, but woven into something bigger—something unseen, but felt?
AI, at its core, is an engine of connection—pulling knowledge from every corner of human history, tying ideas together across time. But maybe… we humans have always worked like that. Maybe we are built to sense the ripples before they reach us. Maybe the lines that connect us are there, whether we acknowledge them or not.
Some things, we can’t explain. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t real.
This post is dedicated to F.K. and her family —a wonderful soul leaving too soon. Some losses feel impossible to grasp, too sudden, too heavy. I can only hope that in some way, somewhere, the threads that bind us still hold. That the echoes of love, laughter, and life don’t simply fade—but continue on, in ways we may never fully understand. RIP.