See, now, this is the sort of freaky thing that happens to me all the time, and bolsters my faith--if not in God or gods, then at the very least in the underlying order of the cosmos at large.
Back on 12/23 I posted a Billy Fidget bit that had to do with an eBay item called God In A Box.
For Christmas one of the books I received was Philip K. Dick's Counter-Clock World. Vintage has been reprinting four or five PKD titles a year for awhile now; I've read all of their previous reprints, but this one (along with The Man Who Japed) was brand-new-fresh as of last month, and I haven't read it before.
So I'm sitting on the couch reading away, and I come across the following on page 78:
"I had a feeling she knew," Mavis said. "I've been conversing with her; she skirts the topic of the Anarch each time. Afraid of saying too much, I suppose. Tell me the work status of that apologia pro sua vita of Peak's, that God In A Box; is there still a typescript manuscript of it, or did you already turn it over to the Erad Council?
Stupid ordered Universe.
