>>10246101I'm reminded of the story of a pilot flying over Russia. his plane crashes, he's the only survivor. People take him in, strange people. They seem primitive, but they're oddly clean. They speak without speaking. They're smaller than modern people. They're gentle and kind. They not only heal his wounds, but old maladies with their hands, like surgery, but without cutting, the disease pulled from from within his skin. He wanted to stay with them. They told him it wasn't safe, that they were being hunted. Sure enough, men with guns came, slaughtering most. The one who'd done the medical work on him took his hand, lead him into the forest, and sat him down. She held his held and hummed. He looked around terrified. The men with guns chased others into the forest, gunning them down. The walked past him, talked to each other, even stopped near him, but none saw him, as if he wasn't there.
He fell asleep. When he woke she was gone. The bodies were gone. Those who escaped, gone. The men with guns, gone. He should have been lost, but a sensation, a feeling, pulled him along the way back to civilization.
There are many things that go on beyond our sight.
