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“We are God’s creations, and therefore we must accept that the differences are 
God’s business. It is not our place to become involved in God’s business. Look about 
you, and view what he has wrought for your pleasure. Now think you this, ‘It was to 
you he gave responsibility for its safe keeping, and it is you to which shall accrue 
the cost of failure.” 

So simple it knocked me, yet again, to my knees, and I heard my voice say. “Lord, 
why could we not see the flowers called man? From whence came the blindness to 
the beauty of each individual being, each specie shared this beauty of nuance, and 
it was only man who failed to accept your gift." Oh we marveled at the diversity of 
the lower species, as we called them. We housed them in zoos, and in gardens. We 
sought them out and were amazed by the diversity and color. Yes the pleasure they 
provided was legion, yet we fell short in our amazement; by one specie. Our egos 
let us assume we could make it “right,” and our logic failed to realize you already 
had. Lord please forgive us, and to the next caregiver I give my charge.

“Get to your feet. “Adam,” for to you I gave a task.” My head reverberated with the 
resounding words. Had it really heard them? Again the voice in my mind 
exploded, “Do not forget your own words, for there are some who saw, and they 
await your arrival. You do not get off so easy, for you will try, and try again until you 
get it right. For it is my work you are to do and failure will be a cost too dear to 
consider. If these who have fallen could tell you, they would gladly have another 
chance. Well, you are their other chance. Responsibility is that you can never expect 
another to fulfill for you. It is your job, now get off your knees and do it.”

“Maybe this chronicle will pass down through the ages, who can say. As-for-me, I 
wander the years, the centuries, the eons, seeking those who saw.” With each step 
I chant my lessons, for I would not want to fail again.
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