"Ha silly boy!" cries Evil man. "You see not what I see."

         "I see nothing but the truth, Evil man," the boy retorts.

         "So you see a lie," he scoffs, "a figment of your imagination."

         "No, I see the light, a bright shining light that tells me all."

         "That shining light deceives you," Evil man explains. "Why would the end be covered by light? If it were really the end, then there would be no more to look forward to."

         The boy thinks for a moment.

         "I see!" cries the boy. "The light just masks the dark, which is our final undoing."

         "Yes, boy," says Evil man. "Light creates a facade which masks all darkness, casting a false sense of hope."

         "But what if it is light forever?" asks the boy cunningly.

         "Then darkness shall never exist, and the fear shall be nonexistent," replies Evil man.




The boy then turns on the lights, making a personal oath never to turn them off again. Surrounded by illumination, the boy wallows in unkown defeat. Evil man faintly smiles at a job well done. He then goes back to electric company marking up yet another victory for artificial lumination.



Julie. The girl with long, straight hair. Julie. The girl with the crazy flair. Julie likes to drink water. Julie likes to dance. Julie has no ants in her pants. Julie has never been to France, I think.



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