We went out to dinner tonight to celebrate TheDad’s birthday. At his choice of restaurant, many walls were decorated with Old West portraits–except for the ones by the bar, which held large TVs featuring SEC football.
Middle Sister mused aloud about whether, in 150 years, our portraits would be hanging on some restaurant wall somewhere. “Would we even know? I wonder if those people know we’re looking at their pictures right now.”
I didn’t think that we’d know about it if this happened. “How would we be able to keep track of all the places where our digital images wind up?”
Little Brother disagreed. “We’d know about it in heaven!”
“God has excellent eyes!”