I remember, as a small child, thinking about all the other people out there, and each of them thinking of themselves as the main character in their story, just as I think of myself... and yet we're all part of the same story. So how could that be?
(I didn't have the words to articulate that thought at the time. I think we often underestimate children because of that.)
That seems like a similar thing to what you're pointing out, the joining the dots in ways you're maybe not expected to.