About once every 3 or 4 months, I email a friend, whom I haven’t seen in person in years. about a mundane point medical point; the following is an excerpt from the end of one such email exchange.
DrB: Hope all is well, and that this interminable winter will end soon.
DrHGuy: From your lips to God’s ears. Hmmm. That phrase, I just now realize, has significant sexual connotations. More to the point, those connotations never occurred to me before I applied the phrase to you and God. That must be significant, but … well, God knows.
DrB: You’re right!
Probably an esoteric Tantric ritual, or that Sons of God and the Daughters of Men thing. Or alien giant half breeds or half giant alien breeds or what’s next.
But, you never know if it is really G*d’s ear or that of a pretentious, possibly semi-fallen tricky seraphim, cherubim, throne, dominion, virtue, power, principality, or archangel. Or God forbid, Beelzebub, Belial, Mephistopheles, Moloch one of their ilk. Or worse Golem, and not the cool one in Lord of the Rings either, but THE REAL DEAL!
DrHGuy: Ya know, maybe this is one of those God helps those who help themselves - without whining - things, and maybe we can tolerate this weather a little longer after all.
DrB: Stay strong
The worrisome part is that neither of us found anything atypical about this exchange.
