I’m not religious, but I believe in angels. I like the idea of them. These majestic creatures existing in the ether. No job. No purpose. Another accident of the universe’s evolution. We can’t see them with our eyes. We can draw them, though, as if standing in front of us. Artists have imagined them, created them whole cloth, in paintings and art.
If you close your eyes, you’ll imagine one. One very similar to the one I see, though slightly different. Just as we see the world. Each person sees a tree, but I’ll never see the tree you see.
You can run. The same as me. Yet, we’ll never run the same. Our bodies will never feel the same. Nothing about the way we run will be the same. Yet, we can both run and enjoy it, or not, as we are free to be, exactly, whatever, however we choose, or our bodies choose to be.
We won’t be able to say why we don’t like one thing over another. Science can help give explanations for the why, but honestly we’ll never exactly know. Reasons are changing, just as the seasons change. Coming in cycles, nearly predictable, but never the same as the year both. No December 12th is the same as the one previously, or the one next year.
We exist with an understanding of the world as we see it. Never really being able to say why we see it a certain way, or how we see it a certain way. Often, we just accept this as truth, because it’s what we know. Even though, the person next to us sees their truth in a whole different way.
As I think about this my cat looks up at me and gives a loud meow. I have no idea what’s she’s trying to communicate. I realize, that’s not much different than any other person I talk to daily. It’s just easier to accept that you don’t understand a cat. We fool ourselves into trying to understand one another.
A Better Father 