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deus ex machina


Or, god out of the machine.
Referring to the way some Greek poets would lower a god onto the stage via crane to save the hero (!) and provide the audience with a happy ending. Horace (whom I love) detested this device. He said writers must never use such an artificial resource for finishing a narrative or solving a story problem.
Normally, I agree with Horace. 

But, there are certain occasions in my life where I find myself praying for a real life deus ex machina. Except that God himself will save me. Solve the problem. End this particular part of the story quick and gorgeously with a miracle and festive banners of untold happiness.

Even as I say this small prayer, save me—I know it won't be quick and gorgeous. God will not appear on the stage via crane. He will save me. But, it will require a journey.

Which means a lot of boring walking.
It will be so long.

I'm dreading it. 
But, I've read C.S. Lewis' story about Cupid and Psyche. As the sister says of the gods who didn't answer her for years and years and years, "How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?” 

And, so i will learn happiness out of kindness and gratitude. And love, out of many things.