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Signs

The sun come out of the clouds and the clouds come out of the sun. A message from a God they had neglected to name yet. We can assume that much pondering on these signs ensued. It’s not that easy to interpret cloudy suns and sunny clouds. While they were thus engaged a small bush bloomed into flame. “That bush is on fire.” Said a watchful elder. The tribe grunted acknowledgement, for it was indeed a burning bush. “P*** on it,” another suggested. – So they did. Naturally, the discovery of fire was much delayed, and is it any wonder that after Moses, God has retreated into a puzzled silence.

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