Right now it is 2:22 in the afternoon and so anything I write will be special and have hidden meaning. At least that's what I believe. The same would be true of the others, like 3:33 and 4:44, etc. I have always found those minutes to be unique and exciting.
It's over. Now it's 2:23, and what have I got to show for it? Something must be there, it's just hard to see in this dimension. (Come on admit it--you feel it too.)