God once upon a
time, long ago, cut the imagination out of man’s mind
for one day and one night, I am told, thus, he found—that is, man found, he could now rest more easily,
sleep more deeply, and he no
longer ran like a rabbit after his sexual wishes, desires, and needs. He
no longer moped with a lowered jaw. His gravitational field had a
better balance. But a problem appeared, as if out of nowhere, he rolled
over like a dog: over and over and over, as if he was searching
for something long lost. He got bruised and bloodied as if torn to
pieces by thorn bushes; hence, he started to weep, unable to replace
this loss. And so, at the end of one day and one night, God gave back to
man, once again, his Imagination.
#3481 (12-5-2012)
