When God takes care, or it seems so. Long ago: I was in Greece, diving, and had a surprise meeting with a shark. While I have no problem with lack of oxygen or panic having mind-fooled me, god said that I should relax and not use my harpoon. While such a "visionary experience" would be nothing but a dream in itself, God's words were in tune with reality, the shark did not try a test-bite, no other danger showed up. It was right not to let fear for my life make me go violent. Underwater, I would not have stood a chance against a shark eager to attack aka eat me. I wouldn't insist "that was God!" at all, but I did come up with some punchline of having the unfair advantage of KNOWING that God exists, so I by God's decision, was not only saved but freed from `having to believeﾴ (in absence of factual knowledge). It is also, why I consider animals as much being a soul than human beings could, if not more so. They ARE, or I am deluded to think so, part of th...