ouirdeaux
Caring, Understanding, Non-judgemental Type
I saw an angel in my garden the other night. Its wings were white, tipped with gold. And, you know, some people don't believe me. They think I'm lying, or taking drugs, or just not right in the head.
But I can prove that I saw it! How would I know that its wings were white, tipped with gold, if I were just making it up? It's therefore all but certain that I saw it.
But I can prove that I saw it! How would I know that its wings were white, tipped with gold, if I were just making it up? It's therefore all but certain that I saw it.