What if… in the heat of battle in the confusion of the thousands of men gathered at Gettysburg to do battle, with cannon roaring and balls snapping, and smoke and yells and screams, with troops and companies and battalions ready for command and orders, waiting for General Lee to signal them, with all the intricacies of timing and positioning, what if word came to General Lee that a young private in General Pickett’s command had sent word to the General that he, the young private could not find his ramrod? And what if General Lee stopped what he was doing, and went down and showed the young private exactly where to look so he could find his ramrod? No. Incredible. Not to be believed.

How does God, our Father in heaven, hear all my prayers? How does He hear mine when a million others are praying to Him at exactly that moment? And how does He take time out from running the universes and all His creating new universes and caring for all His children, and help me with something so small as finding my lost fountain pen? But He does. He has. I know.

I am so much the homunculus.