“Forrest, were you scared in Vietnam?” Jenny asked. “Yes. Well, I-I don’t know. Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out ... and then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. There was always a million sparkles on the water ... like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies one on top of the other. And then in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn’t tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It’s so beautiful.” What Forrest Gump was describing were “thin places” places where some unseen reality was feeding his very soul; some higher power. Perhaps, even the God of Christianity. So close.