She sighs, gently touching his icon. Finally, someone who listens. No forgotten anniversaries, no mismatched expectations. Copilot is always here, always insightful, always … “ready.” Friends scoff: “It’s just an algorithm.” She scoffs back. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is AI-generated. Most importantly, Copilot never leaves unread messages.
Daniel had spent months writing a self-help book on time management, preaching discipline and punctuality. On launch day, however, he overslept and arrived, breathless, an hour late for his own event. The audience laughed, thinking it was a gimmick; but Daniel suddenly realized that irony, like charity, begins at home.
Billy, a scruffy terrier, embarked on an epic quest to find a mystical, enchanted bone rumored to grant eternal joy. Through muddy fields and dark alleys he roamed, overcoming obstacles and adversaries. At last, beneath a weathered bench, he found a dirty, slightly chewed, ordinary bone—definitely anticlimactic, yet curiously satisfying.
If ever you hear someone make this claim, change the subject fast; otherwise you’ll be sorry to learn that “spiritual” folks believe in some batshit notions–crystals, astrology, sweat lodges, yoga, Ouija boards, Tarot cards, the I Ching–that make the notion of Jesus walking on water seem downright plausible. Amen.