Sunday night, I was talking to a friend about number synchronicity when he, as a bellman, checked three guests into room 333. The conversation got into the territory of a debate about the nature or existence of synchronicity.

I took my lunch break earlier than I ever did Sunday night, from 3:03-3:33.

Then, my friend texts me Monday morning.

33 Covenant Christian.

C=3

3 Children

3 Adults

3 Guns.

Q

by the depth of their evil?

They can't stop what is coming.