When Religion Arrives
Fear and Anxiety were guarding man one night. Tired from his watch Anxiety sank into the sand, contemplating their plight. We must be grains of sand, he muttered to Fear, that must be the purpose we have out here. Fear looked at Anxiety and replied; surely we are not so lowly, we must be great like the stars. They are so majestic! They argued for awhile and ran to find Truth. Truth could always be found although she was a little scrambled, having lost pieces of herself looking for Answer in the brambles. Truth said she knew a little, having just conferred with Present. Present said he would know more, if he conversed with Past. Past was right around the corner, a little drunk with Experience and she said she would know the perfect answer once she found Beginning. They searched all night and argued 'til morning. Beginning, having overheard the dissent, knew it was a useless conversation. Smiling at the stars and curling in the sand he watched with Contentment, the sleeping Man.
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