Every day in class, his stern gaze fixes on me. I would think nothing of it if he didn't look exactly like old pictures of my grandfather. But seeing as he does...
What is the meaning of this?
How does my grandfather figure into my schooling?
Is it some sort of cosmic coincidence?
Did the fates weave my presence in that classroom into their complex tapestry?
Is it my destiny to be right there, every day, at this point in my life, under that portrait?
I will get to the bottom of this.