A coin spins fast, fast enough to endow the flat metal with the illusion of a sphere that travels along the mahogany counter like a planet orbiting the sun.
Richard taps the coin. “Heads or tails?” His eyes sit on Augustus standing across the bar’s counter. Augustus beholds him with the amount of skepticism that his beard—wither than the flowers in his Hawaiian shirt—allows him.
Augustus dangles a toothpick around his mouth a couple of times. “I see no difference.” He crosses his arms. “You have to pay that beer anyway.”
Richard releases a sigh wonkier than his white-and-blue stripped tie. “Don’t you even try?”
“Heads,” Augustus growls.
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Religious and atheists believe—consciously or unconsciously—in a higher order, a synchronicity, a universal flow or a will of divine proportions that dictates or influences in a degree the outcome of events in our ordinary lives. My grandmother—a woman of faith—used to say that “A leaf can´t move without the will of God,” and I always have been puzzled about this hidden hand.
The other day I came to the office, and greeted my peer asking her “how it was the movie?”—the day before she told me her plans for taking her family to the cinema—and her face flashed with excitement and then proceeded to tell me her adventures. Continue reading “The Hand of God”
“Life is a journey of understanding. Understanding that there is not journey at all. We don’t pursue for a destination, WE are a destination.” M. Ch. Landa