If you’ve lived past fifteen years of age on this planet (and, honestly, maybe even less than that), you’ve probably found yourself saying, “small world!” at some point because of a peculiar experience you went through. Whenever this thought pops up, I always remember these lines from the movie 500 Days of Summer: “…you can’t ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that’s all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence… There are no miracles. There’s no such thing as fate. Nothing is meant to be.” While I find a lot of truth in those words, I also have my suspicions: why does the universe align some…