In contrast to my flights of fancy, something real and weird did happen while I was at the computer. An artwork of mine which I had professionally framed a few years ago just slid right off the wall and onto the couch below it. Thankfully, I was not sitting there, though I doubt it would have hurt me. Even more importantly, Gaza was on the bed, not on the couch where he often lays. It could have easily hurt him, at the very least, scared him off the couch forever.
Why do freak accidents happen to some people, and not to others? Is it karma? Or is it all completely arbitrary? Why does the universe or God or whatever seem to genuinely miraculously intervene sometimes, and other times let so many fervent, deserving prayers go unanswered? I know these questions are as old as the planet, and I'm not asking anything new, but I've been bugged about it ever since this Congolese woman on Oprah spoke of praying to God that the mass rape would stop, and instead the soldiers forced her son to do unspeakable things to her and then shot him.
Where the hell was God then?
MCO 2005
