Sometimes the line between miracles and ordinary life are in the eyes of the beholder.
It would seem I got no fat poisoning this time. Â That was a welcome surprise! I have had this condition since around Easter 2005, so I generally have a decent idea of where my limits lie. Â But either my limits have moved, or something was different this time. Â Divine intervention? Low-fat mayonnaise in the salad? It is kind of sad in itself that I can’t offhand tell the difference between divinity and mayonnaise, in a manner of speaking. But such is life.
On a related note, Ryuho Okawa is now following me on Twitter. At least that was the mail I got from Twitter some days ago. I freely admit that my heart skipped a beat, or a chill ran down my spine or something like that. Actually it is the American branch of Happy Science that maintains his Twitter account, which makes perfect sense to me. I mean, can you imagine the Buddha using Twitter? Or Confusius, or Newton? Â OK, perhaps Newton… But generally, I suppose Grand Tathagatas are way too busy for such things.
In any case, I may have my delusions of grandeur, but there are limits. On the other hand, a real God does not mind whether you are a Very Important Person or just an ant in the anthill. We are all pretty similar to Him – and all valuable. But whether this takes the form of outward fortune or misfortune… well, it may not be entirely random, but sometimes we just don’t know. Â I’m just glad I’m fine for now. Â This body won’t be along forever, but I appreciate it while I have it.
I must be the only person in the world not twittering now. Or tweeting, or whatever. I suppose my phone is not smart enough for me to have seen the good in it, so maybe when I upgrade this month or next I will begin. I seriously doubt that what I’m doing throughout the day is of much interest to anyone, and if anything really big DOES happen, I certainly wouldn’t have time to tweet about it at the time I was trying to deal with whatever was happening! I did make an account, but then just never bothered to . . . well . . . to do ANYTHING with it.