As I continue to listen, the narrator starts talking about this man who is about to be introduced as a speaker and how he wrote several books, one of which is entitled “The Botany Of Desire.” At this point, I have a bit of a chill. With a slight turn on my chair, I glance at my bookshelf to see that book, a book I read in college English, a book my husband pulled out and placed on the bookshelf when we moved in, staring back at me. It’s almost eerie, almost chilling, when you seem to find yourself exactly in the place where you were meant to be. And in that moment, there is nothing to feel other than inspired.