Traveler 1
Come here Stacy! Quick!
There is something very suspicious
about this fellow.
I don't like the looks of him.
Traveler 2
He's sleeping.
So what?
Traveler 1
Maybe he's sleeping.
Maybe not.
But I don't like the looks of him all
the same.
He's got some skeletons in his closet
- this one.
The power to frame a question is the
power to design the cosmos.
A prisoner cannot be executed, or a
war started,
unless the question has been framed in
such a way to require it.
The power to frame a question, is the
power to destroy God.
I remember once, I spoke to an old man
who had fertilized his blueberry bushes with dreams.
All his life, he had believed in the
old saying,
"Follow your dreams - wherever
they lead."
Well, the old man's dreams led him to
disgrace and ruin.
His absurd schemes cost him his wife,
his family, everything.
So one day, he wised up.
He fled from his dreams, and went as
far away as he could,
until he found a little piece of land,
where there were blueberry bushes.
Wild blueberries, planted by God.
But he was afraid. He was afraid that
one day, his dreams would rise up
again and tempt him. So being
something of a religious man, he called on
the devil.
"Satan", he said,
"If you'll take my dreams and use
them to fertilize these blueberry bushes,
then if there is such a thing as a
soul, and if I've one to offer, you can have it when I die."
The devil took the deal.
First, he inhaled and sucked all the
old man's dreams out of him.
Then he poured them into a teacup, and
sprinkled a few drops on the soil
around each blueberry bush.
And fear vanished. Temptation fled.
And even though his life's dreams had
been bitter for him.
They made good fertilizer.
For the sweetness of those blueberries
became legend.
People would come for miles to pick
them.
When the day finally came for the
devil to collect,
he went to the old man’s cabin...and
found nothing.
The greatest of all con artists, Satan
himself, had been set up.
For if the old man ever had a soul, it
vanished with his dreams,
and left only the sweet taste of wild
blueberries behind.
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