We’re told by the Vatican that a miracle happened and we’re just supposed to accept it. We have no access to their thought process written down in their documents. We’re supposed to accept that, indeed, the miracle happened and that’s it. More transparency would be nice, but yeah, good luck with that. Why does God choose a particular individual to be a conduit for miracles? Deeply devout people also get possessed or so we’re told by priests and religious scholars. Why do these people get possessed? Perhaps to test them like Job. The character of Job from the Bible is now virtually synonymous with suffering, as he becomes the focus of a wager between God and Satan as to how much someone can suffer and still remain loyal to God. But that’s using human logic to understand Hashem, i.e. infinite intellect. God can use an entirely different concept of logic, if He uses logic in our limited understanding of the word at all. Limitation. Our minds can’t grasp God. Speaking of minds, I like being surrounded by smart people I can learn from. If you’re the smartest person in the room, no bueno.

Guardian angels don’t need to be paranormal entities enacting God’s will. They can be humans as well if we accept that God uses certain people as instruments of His will at a given time to infuse the world with God’s goodness. Whether God works through certain people at certain times or we’re looking at coincidences and happenstance, this I don’t know. Only Hashem knows every aspect of the workings of the universe, indeed, a potential multiverse.

People patroling bridges and overpasses to save those in despair from suicide are guardian angels in a way. And guardian angels are great guys but some are prone to misinterpreting and mis-profiling things. Just because someone is standing and staring out on highway overpasses or bridges doesn’t mean they want to jump to their deaths. I like staring into the distance. I like to think about things when watching all the cars whizz by in several directions. It’s also my way of talking to God. Not many people can grasp my thinking. I’m not using the tortured genius trope here. Cliche of cliches. I enjoy solitude sometimes. I need to limit my exposure to dumbness. I can quickly adjust my intellectual level to my interlocutor. It’s a social survival skill. Alas, most people wouldn’t be able to keep up with me if I didn’t self-censor in front of them. When one rushes to save someone from suicide, or just watches them to ensure they are safe, and it turns out he or she has misinterpreted things and there’s no danger, it’s the admirable intent that counts. There’s no greater form of care, courage and willingness to sacrifice than being ready to save another’s life. Particularly if it’s a stranger or someone we don’t know well. God is taking notes if the intent is indeed good.