To Be Continued

I've heard the rumor, the kind that seems too good to be true, so my skeptic antenna pops and pings, very doubtful we could be so lucky. 

I've read it in the sacred scriptures of various religions and faiths, most promising the stars, or life everlasting and perfect in nature.

I've seen it on occasion, the bliss of a generous moment, the grace of simple kindness and good will. There's no denying charity's power.

But, now I have a new word for the idea, a new definition to consider: Pronoia- the belief that the whole universe is conspiring to help you.