The brothers stood fishing from the beach, each looking down on the other two. The youngest thought his elders wasted far too much time with line, reel, and bait, removing themselves from the essence of fish and water. The middle brother believed the others took their task far too lightly, and that the serious labor of fishing should only be undertaken with a sober mind. The eldest, shaking his head, laughed arrogantly at his brothers’ belief that such a small, scummy pond could support any fish at all.
Once at least a superficially holy place, the cathedral had long become nothing in the hearts of the people but a giant, ugly clock, a haunting reminder of constant tardiness - in truth, a lurking reminder of all the ways in which they had failed. It bound up the sky in its macabre, arrogant angles. Many often fantasized of its disappearance.
The world beneath us shakes and changes with a courage and a vigor that we, with all our daylight doubts, could hardly imagine.
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