A Dark Angel

Right now, I am looking at my little Space Marine figurine that I painted in a dark green, red, and yellow color scheme.  It is wearing a cream colored robe and his holding a big gun- which I believe is called a "Lascannon."  It has the number 9 on his right shoulder blade and a winged sword on his left.  The winged sword symbolizes the army that he is a part of- the Dark Angels. 

If the movie "Toy Story" applied to our toys, then I could only imagine what my little figurine must do when I have left the room.  Perhaps he shoots at stuff in my room, maybe he runs across my desk for fun (like a miniature obstacle course), or maybe he gather material for a secret fort hidden somewhere.  I don't know- all I can say is that things in my room do tend to disappear.

Wonder is when we cannot fully comprehend the limits of an item.  We may think that a toy does not move or talk but we experience wonder when we have no proof against its mobility.  We understand that we understand nothing.  As a 6 year old I would have a limited comprehension on an item's limits and could imagine whatever I wanted to and stand to reason my logic.  I have no grasp on what cannot happen and what could.  For all I knew, a little figurine in armor could be a little space man that is building its refuge in my room underneath my bed.  As we grow up and (presumably) get smarter, we begin to learn the limits of objects and we realize that plastic is only plastic and this knowledge puts boundaries on how much we can wonder.

A concept, specifically a foreign one, should make us curious and cause us to investigate.  It is the natural human way.  The way we wonder about something unknown to us can drive us wild.  We begin to think about it often and pretty soon it begins to take over our thoughts.  I recall when I first realized that people can die.  I became obsessed with this and I began to wonder about afterlife and what death really meant.  I thought like this for awhile and I wondered all sorts of things.  But it never got to the point where I became so lost and skewed from reality that death became an idol- but the option was always there.