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Some time before the biped thought of history, he carved out image of himself, and in the murky dawn of consciousness, began to look around to see just how he fit, and how it was that he had come to be; he wiped the drool from off his chin and then exclaimed prophetically, "My God! I am alone out here. How can it be?" And thus, his magnum opus, "Genesis" (his first, obviously) appeared beneath his stubby fist upon the stone, a quasi-answer from his mallet and the thought-begat Divinity, and all the brethren cried, "Amen." But they were faithless fellows and a few millenia beyond, Big Bang appeared, extruded from the pangs of yet another womb— happily dubbed intellect by some, and leaving others with their wounded vanities to wonder what had taken place before old Father Time had set the fuse afire. It could not have been desire; a lonely God who needed toys and subjects, will not wash, and leaves us at the helm without a helmsman...poor Adam sputters, cries, and from his fire before the cave removes a blackened stick to mark his nascent words upon the wall, enjoins his deity to silence while he writes, "In nomine Patri...." as the spirit and the son look on, content awhile, to wait. ~ _________________________
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