Went to a Cub game last night. I know, MLB, but it was a last minute opportunity to share a night with some of the very best people I know. And besides, I grew up going to Wrigley and am sick of them taking everything from me including my fond memories of childhood, most of which was a lie. I am rationalizing that I am taking all of my shit back. Infiltration.
Full capacity almost NO MASKS. People were having a blast. It was as if 25k people just learned they weren't terminal after all. ONE Jumbotron shot of some idiot who had masks on his kids and for a second the audience fell eerily quiet. Then back to normal people. It felt like a collective silent "Eww" hard to explain. Bonus was Cubs player #17 Kris Bryant was MVP (announced in the 4th inning?) There were 17 shirts everywhere, felt like Kismet.
The guy who did Out of Shadows for example. He was around evil all the time and didn't even know it.
Sometimes the armor of god is put on you without you knowing it, to protect your mind, because god has a plan for you at a later time.
Agree. I remember the part of the documentary where he talks about replaying things that he heard that struck him as odd, but he didn't know why. I am paraphrasing (a lot) but I have had that feeling so many times.