There are a handful of people, in my circle, that understand the reference. They report occurrences to me often. It's become this strange, little club bound by coincidence and a touch of superstition.
It started, one day, I think I was 14 years old. I saw the numbers 747, in some configuration or another, over and over, in the course of a single day. Then again the next. And again a while later. It's been going on since.
Now I'm not going to go calling on some mathematical divinity or some shit. I understand there's a kind of bias at play–like when you buy something and then you see that something everywhere. But I also reserve some space for the thought that there are things about this existence that are beyond our comprehension.