The Avatar is a storyteller, and the word "divine," is meaningful. Is there hope for Earth? The Lord says there is hope for Earth, though men wanted to leave it.
In the mid time summer of ancient delights, lived a traveling salesman and
his sumpter. He was of the most capricious nature with little more then sixpence
and a few wares for sale. The sumpter, though generous, was often considered by
the salesman as stubborn and disappointing in his obligations. The general
application of remedy was to flail the poor creature with the insidious
repertoire of unspeakable shame and a swift kick of the hindquarters. The mule,
with its load, often reacted quite slowly to the salesman's directives, which
angered him endlessly. "Why you beef headed imbecile! What's wrong with
you?" No matter the swiftness of the kick, the mule with his tough hide,
felt little more then a pin prick. On one such occasion, he became so enraged as
to inflict harm on himself. He kicked the mule with such vigor that he bruised
his foot and was forced to limp to the marketplace, cursing all the while. On
another occasion, he threw himself to the earth, rending his garments until
there was nothing left but threads and he lay there barren and angry. "I
would hang your hoofs from my doorway, if I wasn't in need of you," he
retorted. The sumpter, in response, blinked his eyes in laughter at his master's
crude behavior.
All the while and along the way, they passed a fair maiden in waiting. The
sumpter's master stopped to inquire of her present engagement. "Ma'am, the
name is Breuer. May I offer you my assistance?" "Thank you but I
cannot see how you could possibly help", the maiden replied. Inquisitive,
he pressed further. "What is it that you have need of?" "Forever
in a day", she said, "I have longed for the Nameless and so
inquisitive is my desire, that I have walked many miles in search of it."
The salesman was confused. "Nameless? Why do you search for that which you
know not of and how do you expect to find that which you cannot define?"
She responded, "Sir, for many months I have watched you in the marketplace,
flailing the poor creature at your side. Though all my searching be in vain, it
is not near as fruitless as you finding what you do not inspire." "And
what is that?" he impatiently inquired. "Mercy", she replied, and
before the salesman could respond, the maiden walked away.
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