A fool was tasked with designing a deity. The result was awesomely powerful but impoverished—they say it had no ideas on what to do. After much cajoling, it was taught to copy the fool’s actions. This mimicry it pursued, with all its omnipotence.
The fool was happy and grew rich.
And so things went, ’til the land cracked, the air blackened, and azure seas became as sulfurous sepulchres.
As the end grew near, our fool ruefully mouthed something from a slim old book: ‘Thou hast made death thy vocation, in that there is nothing contemptible.’
A fool was tasked with designing a deity. The result was awesomely powerful but impoverished—they say it had no ideas on what to do. After much cajoling, it was taught to copy the fool’s actions. This mimicry it pursued, with all its omnipotence.
The fool was happy and grew rich.
And so things went, ’til the land cracked, the air blackened, and azure seas became as sulfurous sepulchres.
As the end grew near, our fool ruefully mouthed something from a slim old book: ‘Thou hast made death thy vocation, in that there is nothing contemptible.’