neighborhood cats<\/a> are real. Murmurations of starlings in the trees across the street and the mumbled conferences that pigeons hold on my roof are real. Gnats and pantry moths and bedbugs are all, depressingly, real. I see very few unreal, surprising, awe-inspiring things, particularly in dreary November.<\/p>\nYesterday, a dear friend came to town\u2013 one of those people I met and came to love on the internet but hadn\u2019t ever seen in person. When she came to my front door in person, dressed in a fluffy white winter coat, I had a sensation like vertigo: this wasn\u2019t a real human being. She was one of my internet friends, a person who truly exists in one sense but is immaterial like an archangel. Friends are things you believe in, not things you see in front of you. But then my friend hugged me, hard, and I hugged her back, and I realized that she was very real. I hadn\u2019t dreamed my correspondence with her or seen her in a vision. She was here, just as she promised and right on time, and she was going to take my family and me to Pittsburgh for a day at the zoo.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t been to a zoo in well over a decade, not since long before I came to Steubenville, and I\u2019d never been to the one in Pittsburgh. The whole trip into the city, Rosie was marveling at every little thing out the window\u2013 both the things I call real, like bare trees and farmers\u2019 fields, and the things that I call unreal. The great big tunnel and the yellow bridge as you\u2019re coming into Pittsburgh from the west are not real.<\/p>\n
When we got to the zoo, we went up an escalator far too tall to be real into a whole world of glorious, marvelous, unreal creatures\u2013 creatures it took an act of faith to believe in, even though I knew they were right in front of me. It seems to me that faith is more than just the proof of things unseen. Faith is also the virtue it takes to believe your own eyes as you marvel at impossibilities like suspension bridges, friends, and the tiger at the zoo.<\/p>\n
Something about the massive size of a tiger always throws me off. When I read about them in books I imagine them being about the size of a Great Dane, but they\u2019re not. They\u2019re barely smaller than a car. The Pittsburgh Zoo, like the rest of Pittsburgh, is built on very hilly ground, so the animal enclosures have hills in them that display the animals beautifully to a large audience. The tiger was at the top of her hill, alternately padding about and lying down, indifferent to our gasps of admiration.<\/p>\n
And then a lion roared.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t even know we were next to the lion\u2019s enclosure until I heard it: not one long rumble but a series of short rumbles, eerily close.\u00a0I had never heard a lion\u2019s roar coming straight from a lion before. The helpful card I found later beside the lion\u2019s enclosure informed me that it could carry for five miles, and I believed it\u2013not because of how loud it was but because of the depth. That\u2019s a sound that could crack open pavement. And then the source of the noise came over the hill\u2013 a great golden lion, gazing at me.<\/p>\n
Lions do not look. They gaze.<\/p>\n
I gazed back at the lion.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t think I\u2019d ever understood before why the lion is called the king of beasts and so often associated with God and the angels, but I knew just then. It\u2019s not just that a lion is an enormous predator with a voice that can carry for five miles\u2013 it\u2019s the face. There is no way for me to adequately describe the experience of staring at a lion\u2019s face, in person. Looking at a photo doesn\u2019t carry the same weight, just as hearing a recording of a lion\u2019s roar can\u2019t convey the experience of hearing it behind you when you didn\u2019t know there was a lion nearby. It\u2019s partly to do with the symmetry of that face: the white patches under the eyes, the dark triangle of the nose, the crowning halo of the mane. A lion doesn\u2019t look like a real animal. A lion looks like an icon of God, painted by some alien race.<\/p>\n
I gazed on the lion until he lost interest; I am not uncanny to a lion, and he soon tired of me. He coolly turned his back and slumped over to rest, and the spell was broken. A drowsing lion might as well be a discarded fur coat. They are only unreal when they are alert.<\/p>\n
Next came the leopard, and shortly after, the cheetah. They were both pacing very close to where we could see; if the wall of the enclosure had been chain link instead of glass, I\u2019d have been tempted to pet them. The difference between a leopard and a cheetah is that a leopard is sturdily built but a cheetah is skinny with an oversized curve in the rib cage\u2013 they need gigantic lungs to get the energy to sprint. A leopard looks like a real animal painted with unreal spots, but a cheetah looks like a stylized drawing of a leopard.<\/p>\n
The giraffes and the zebras were off display, but there were three elephants keeping warm indoors. Elephants are my favorite animal. They look real, right up until they move. When they stand still they are comfortably large, dull gray beasts that smell about like a domestic cow, just a larger variety of ruminant. But when they move, elephants betray themselves to be fairy tale creatures right out of a Medieval bestiary. They walk with the most uncanny grace\u2013 stumpy cylindrical legs that step forward like a ballerina doing a glissade,\u00a0<\/em>as their trunks coil up and down. No one practical or logical could ever imagine an elephant. It took God to do that.<\/p>\nAt the end of the visit, we went to see the aquarium.<\/p>\n
Fish are not real either. There was not a single fish in that building that looked like my idea of a fish. They were all too gigantic or too impossibly tiny; flat like coins or puffy like a Japanese Lantern; metallic, iridescent, colored in shades too bright to be a living thing and not a plastic toy. A Jewish friend recently told me that fish are considered\u00a0pareve<\/em>, not meat, because fish come from a different world than we do\u2013 the alien one underwater, not the commonplace one where creatures breathe air. And it must be true. Nothing from the world I know could look like a fish.<\/p>\nAfter the zoo, we went to a nearby park. Rosie dashed around a great wooden castle, giggling and pretending; we three grown ups at first sat on a bench, then climbed to the top of the tallest wood tower to watch the sun set over a reservoir. The sky was streaked orange and gray as the world went black and purple, majestic, mysterious.<\/p>\n
The sun, when it rises and sets, is not a real thing either.<\/p>\n
It takes a supreme act of faith to believe in something as outlandish as a sun.<\/p>\n
The sun, suspension bridges, tunnels, elephants, lions and tigers, leopards and cheetahs, tropical fish and good friends exist. The good, the beautiful, the bizarre and the unexpected exist. But it takes faith to believe in them because they are too wondrous to be real.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s a lesson in all of this somewhere.<\/p>\n
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