She sits in the corner, next to a big tree. A tree that seems to be alive and well to the onlooker, but it never grows, it never changes. The smell of smoke surrounds her, and gazing up, she sights a young man carefully looking through some art work while balancing a cigarette between both lips. He studies the work with a friend, analyzing every aspect. Getting restless, he stands up, sets down the work and orders another coffee. A young couple around the corner are together, but also apart as they are both on their phones. Next to her, six grown business men sit around the smallest table... each one with a smile on his face. They lack fashion sense, but the jolly laughter filing the room makes up for all the knowledge they lack in dressing themselves. Around her life is happening, yet here she sits, next to a tree that never grows. It never changes.

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God is not an idea to be thought about, he's not some abstract reality.