May 28th, 2026 by G.
Man stood on a featureless plain. Nothing but short grass and tiny wildflowers in every direction. The breezes ruffled it first one way, and then another.
“I will walk until I reach the sunset,” Man said, and then he set off.
Dog whined. “This is so boring and limiting,” Dog said. “I miss the freedom of going wherever you want. Every step we take has been predestined by the step before.”
And so Dog trotted off, and went where he would, and soon howled for loneliness. He ran hard for days to catch up with Man.
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Davy Crockett stood on a pleasant hilltop that stood out of the wilderness. Across the tops of the trees, eventually blending into a seamless green, and the little gleams of rivers, and the haze of the far plain, there rose a far, far shining mountain.
“I will go there,” Crockett said, “lo, though it lead to perils and even the very Alamo of my existence, for God is there.” And his face shone also.
Johnny Europe stood by him and scoffed. “You would go back to the press of thickets, the flood, the wolves and bears, the lurking Indians, the days without food, the nights without sleep, never seeing more than a few yards in front of you, always fearful, never free to do whatever you might want?”
“We have achieved this summit,” Johnny Europe said, “here let us rest on our eminence.”
But Crockett set off down the hill and strode into the trees, and as he strode he sang.