It has occurred to me recently, that I really do need to get a life. Seriously. I have way too much time on my hands. Yesterday evening I was watching a Jonathan Pryce movie -- he is one of my favourite actors -- and I realized that he looks exactly like the fellow who was just elected as Pope. Faces fascinate me. Mythology says that we all have a doppelgänger somewhere. Some folks have glimpsed their own doppelgänger, but science has explained this as an epileptic seizure of the left temporal lobe.
Not long after my mother passed away, I saw her doppelgänger in the produce department of our local supermarket. It was strangely comforting, and I followed her around for about 15 minutes, trying not to look obvious. Everything about the woman was identical to my mother, including her mannerisms. It was a surreal experience. I shopped at the same supermarket for months afterwards, and never saw her again.