The God

Once a man dreamed he spoke with the God of his people. "Why must a being wear flesh and battle the ways of a violent world oh God," spoke he ? " Mortal life is but a womb of dreams my child," sayeth the God. " Once you have grown into Death and Awakened to the greater Light, then shall the answer be made clear." The poor hominid scratched himself contemplatively. " Well seeing as you are the God and I am not, guess I will have to take your word for it, " Man replied. " Guess so, " said the God.



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Written on 2016-12-28 at 02:03

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