The Utter Wetness of it All
Ever since he closed the door, Gabriel has been standing by the glass wall, staring at how clouds form over the city. It's going to rain, Jesus. Dark rain clouds tower over their world, like the overfed tentacles of some floating monster. Gabriel grinds his teeth: there's Michelle coming over tomorrow, there's Miguel trying to get in his way, there's Claire getting heartbreakingly beautiful by the day—which of these pressing concerns should he attend to?
Hundreds of years ago, a priest developed a simple way to know which is true: the simplest solution is most likely the right one. Or if there are many explanations about a single thing, the simplest explanation is most probably the correct one. It's called "Occam's razor," and Gabriel is thinking about it now, having learned it in college years ago. He's always used it when interviewing people, or talking to his subordinates. It's not perfect, but so far, it has been a good help in helping him make his decisions.