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What a marvelous food!
Imagination with even a little bit of love!!!

I was kind of thinking about this the last couple of days. Angels, I mean. For the most part I adhere to a vision of an indifferent God who just doesn’t care about our particulars. I mean, the God created an Universe we struggle to measure, how would he know, or why would it care on the immensity of time that I do well on a test, a girl goes with me on a date, or I get a raise?

I mean, other than the girl, maybe, what does my salary even matter?

For the most part the difference between an A+ and an A is inconsequential.

A kiss, a sight, someone listening to us rant, that may be an expression of love and I think those things matter.

But then, not all that is, we see.

People may marvel or be afraid of flying, but fluid dynamics tell us that air IS a thing. It is not magic, the air flowing slower under the wing creates pressure and lifts the airplane up. No magic, no mimics. Yet, we do not see air.

So I was thinking, maybe those things we call angels are there, and sometimes, we feel them. And maybe, the ones who are not afraid can listen.

Thank you, Iva for your story.
Pablo