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Never Enough 2

Along the desert SANDS of what seemed to be a 'no man's LAND' in Eastern Mesopotamia, there was discovered a KING and a people group of unknown language and ORIGIN. No one ever knew for certain where this king or his kingdom CAME from, but everyone assumed that they were superior to them because their body FRAME and structure were vastly different. Although LEGION will often come without a NAME, legion has it that at one time they were the SAME as us; but one named Dormin, of the more aggressive member of the REGION, felt that they were ill-equipped to handle all their many challenges. This Dormin is said to have descended from a Biblical character, a king named Nimrod from the land of Shinar. Nevertheless, Dormin felt that when they went hunting for wild GAME, they were never able to kill ENOUGH; when they went fishing, they never caught ENOUGH; and when their crops were planted, they never planted ENOUGH and therefore no matter how hard they tilled the soil or toiled in the sun, these people of the EAST and lovers of the FEASTS could never grow and harvest ENOUGH to satisfy the NEEDS of their region. Moreover, like his distant ANCESTOR, Dormin' always blamed his CREATOR for any and everything that did not go his WAY. So one DAY, Dormin' decided that he had ENOUGH and proceeded to do something about it. They needed more RAIN at certain times, and there was never ENOUGH, and this would drive him INSANE; but he could not make it rain. So he blamed God. They needed milder summers, but he could not control the sun. So he blamed God. He duly noted the outside forces were out of his control and beyond his ability to alter. Although believing that God existed, he did not worship or pray to God. He believed more in himself than anything or anybody else. So when he MEDITATED, he was DEDICATED to looking within himself, not outside and upward to God. As he meditated, he sensed that there were things about himself, about his physical frame that he wanted to CHANGE. He did not have a clue about engineering what he was thinking in his head. He decided to use his voice as a 'Command Master' to accomplish things, or turn fiction into reality. Two hands were not ENOUGH he thought. So he commanded that two more sets of hands be grown, and it happened. Two eyes, two ears, one mouth and a nose were too few to produce the needs of the region. So he master minded four more eyes, two more ears, and two additional noses. This was much like the device we use today known as Alexa. I know that you are saying, "What! and wow!" Remember that "There is nothing knew under the sun*. Stay tuned. Of course he had to grow a much bigger head to accommodate these additions. So his head tripled in size. He then enlarged and made stronger bone and muscle in his body and added another set of feet to his body. From that point on, he decided that his body was going to be a work in progress, and he would make adjustments as needed. But for now, he would use his 'Command Master' to duplicate his body form in every person in the region. This, mind you, was for the purpose of increased production. But as if unknown to Dormin, there was something deep within him, far beneath the realm of his control, a sinister plot designed for WORK, to HURT, and inflict PAIN, not engineered for the common good but for his personal GAIN. Within the first year, the Kingdom of 'Dormin' produced far more than ENOUGH to satisfy all the people and animals of the kingdom. However, Dormin' was still unsatisfied and never ceased his endless search for satisfaction. Like so many in our present generation, he ever asked the question, "When is ENOUGH, ENOUGH?" He never realized the source of his name and how it deeply influenced his life and habits. He had an unsaturable thirst for power and began to see himself as a god. He never knew that he was a direct descendant of NIMROD, and he bore the spirit and attitude of his anti-God, narcissistic ancestor. Even his name, DORMIN, was NIMROD spelled backwards. 121320PSCtest, Fantasy With Fictional Beings, Caran Krutsinger *Ecclesiastes 1:4-11

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