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Restoration, a Myth

One day at noon, a shadow fell to the earth and announced that he was God's chronicler and that he had to report important events to The Master. All day he followed people around until by dark he was feeling faint. What if instead of me following everyone around, people could just decide what was important and make their own reports to God? He made a petition to see the King of the Universes and humbly told Him the plan. Our Creator God knew all but He listened politely to the shadow. I gave you the assignment to see how you would carry it out. You were diligent to the point of exhaustion and then you got creative and started thinking of delegating and sharing the workload and making people responsible for their own memories. Good Job! You have earned your Brain. The shadow was ecstatic, a large light bulb was given to him and he shadowed everyone who came into his presence. Soon he was tired again. He decided to rest and let the light bulb be bright at certain times and other times to rest. This was a sign that he had mastered the concept of being restored and revived.

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