No Coincidences in Zen

I just got off the phone with my zen teacher, which was the very first non-household back-to-normal interaction I had since being laid out barfing for 24 hours.

It turns out that he and his wife had the exact same grocery store sushi from the exact same grocery store on the exact same day and got the exact same illness at the exact same time.

He had this to say about the matter:

“There’s no coincidences in zen. There’s some pretty wild shit, but there’s no coincidences.”