My cousin Dong passed away yesterday at age 45. While he was battling death thousands of miles away, my heart beat irregularly in the past few days. Today I tried to search for our childhoods in the alleys of my memory but failed. Still who knows that the mountains, the woods, and the earth are not the medium to connect us? Dong was a sunny cousin and a kind person. He was an avid traveler and photographer and had gone on many solo trips to Tibet and other remote areas to photograph nature. He will live on in nature and in the minds of all those who have seen his smile.
(And if there were no particle entanglement, how could you suddenly hear from someone just when you felt crying? Underlying social interaction is quantum physics at work.)