“Look, my son,” the holy man said hurriedly. “What exactly is it you want? I haven’t got all day.”
YES, YOU HAVE. TAKE IT FROM ME.
“What do you want?”
WHY DO THINGS HAVE TO BE THE WAY THEY ARE?
“Well -”
YOU DON’T KNOW, DO YOU?
“Not exactly. The whole thing is meant to be a mystery, see?”
The stranger stared at the holy man for some time, causing the man to feel that his head had become transparent.
THEN I WILL ASK YOU A SIMPLER QUESTION. HOW DO HUMANS FORGET?
- Terry Pratchett, Soul Music
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