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Once upon an age, there was a land which was filled with light and beauty. Its people were joyful always, and loving, and good. To us, this would seem quite an extraordinary land, because there was never any pain nor sorrow there, nor any suffering. Noone was ever wanting or needy, and no disasters of any kind, large or small, befell. The land was complete, unto itself, and perfect in its glory, and for age after age only peace and contentment attended all those who dwelt therein.
It happened one time, which was just like any other time, (because time seemed hardly to pass there since nothing of particular note ever took place), that one foolish boy named Lalo looked around himself one day and thought, "All right! That's it! There has to be more to life than this!" And thus he grew discontented and sought within and without him what the bounds of his life might be.
Now Lalo was possessed of a keen intelligence and fine sensitivity, and with the growth of this new idea, he was able eventually to detect a gradient in the flavor, so to speak, or the intensity of the joy and light which perfused everything inside and around him. When he came to realize this, (and whether it had existed before he had his Thought or not, noone can say), but when he came to see this, he determined to follow the gradient toward the higher concentration.
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The fact that he moved, that he chose to travel, came as a great surprise to those around him, growing even into shock and consternation. It was so unheard-of and new, so bizarre, the idea of going somewhere, of changing one's place, that it sent ripples and murmers in every direction, disturbing the perfect peace which had hitherto held eternal sway.
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On and on he traveled, seeing around him a land that, while growing in light and beauty, was essentially the same in every direction, even in its endless variety, and so it was that as he moved onward, ever did his discontent gather and grow. And in the lands to which he came grew as well the disquiet and unrest which his movement did imbue all around him.
Finally he arrived at something which seemed unto him to be the source of all the flow of feeling and of the joy which was everywhere all about him. (In truth, though he thought of this place as The Source, because in every direction the gradient which he followed grew less as he moved away and higher the closer he came, yet it may have been, as you no doubt have guessed, only what scientists call a local maxiumum, and other maxima besides, greater or lesser, there may be elsewhere, but that is beside the way.)
He came thus to the Source, and was astonished and awed before it, so great it was beyond anything he had ever imagined. Indeed, humbled as he was, he bowed down, and his spirit seemed to quieten within him. Yet unquelled, nonetheless, was that feeling, that burning question, which had grown within him, and which had sent him here across untold leagues, for what reason he knew not.
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...and Lalo returned the coke bottle to the source, and said, "I don't care what this was supposed to teach us, don't send it to us again."
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