I sometimes wonder how we as a species get through this thing, confused as we are. That in itself almost makes you believe that there is a God. Do you remember the Cold War? Maybe I’m dating myself; maybe I’m getting old; I recall quite clearly planning out a future that had no future. Of hearing the news that the missiles were flying and going out into the middle of the street, lying down and waiting for the end. Myself, I never wanted to be one of the survivors of such a catastrophe. A lot of us don’t think about it much: we still have all those missiles. We still have the capability of destroying most, if not all, of the entire human race. No, the danger that we will has pretty much passed — and that’s why one is not prone to such thoughts anymore. We got through it, that danger, that overcast of potential annihilation, and I for one am a little amazed that nothing really came of it. Really. Makes you almost believe that some angel has been watching over us. Or maybe it’s like in all those movies — that there is a rag-tag group of unsung heroes that have saved the world, and no one knows about it. Seriously though, sometimes we’re damn lucky. Good things do happen, after all.