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The Servant and The Messenger (Other) by ALChemy

Beloved though you are to me and coveted by man. I stray not from my path for you. For I am under higher authority and by way of it’s command can serve one master but never two. Unless my master is the one who sent the words that you should speak. Then I shall be compelled to ask for proof. Only then shall I leave the road I‘m on and this new path shall I seek. Whether it’s end be near or aloof. Unsheathe the sword of truth before my eyes. So that I may see that god has changed his mind or I shall live the same life I have lead. For I will take only the road to paradise and not even the mightiest of angelkind can persuade me with words that god has not said.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 30-Aug-05/12:30 PM
I've just realised there are grave errors in my exposition of The Splendour Of Gold Argument. After 12 consecutive hours of frenzied prayer to the Almighty, I have finally born witness to a Revealed Truth: it should have been The Splendour Of Mould Argument. Throughout history man has viewed mould with a sort of awestruck reverence. Arab stable boys used to rub it on their saddle sores to prevent infection. Hundreds of years later this curious habit was cemented in Science, with the discovery of penicillin. There is no way so wondrous a material could exist by chance, without the Holy Carpenter's hands to guide it along its way. As a symbol for God, Mould is a good one.




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