I am guessing I am not trying hard enough. I have never seen the image of Jesus in my
toast. I have not found the likeness of
Elvis in a drying mud puddle.
None of that.
There is a term for finding familiar faces in smudges—for finding
something familiar in abstract shapes and shadows and just about anything
around us.
No…the term is not “nutty.”
The term is “pareidolia.”
It’s the human tendency to find patterns in randomness. This is how we see faces in rocks, sleeping
giants in mountain ranges, and poodles in passing clouds.
Now, fast forward to a fellow named Derek Simms frying up some dinner
the other night. As he was frying up a
pork chop, the images of something familiar—rather someone familiar—appeared on
one side of his cut of meat.
There, on the slightly-overcooked pork chop, he saw Freddy
Mercury, the long deceased singer for the band Queen.
So astounded was Derek Simms, he called his wife over to see the
pork chop. Awestruck, they took photographs of the
cut.
After capturing a few images, they ate the pork chop for dinner.
Not quite museum quality that pork chop.
—Mitchell Hegman
Sources: Mirror,
Huffpost
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