(continued from previous posts)
The lights go out. You freeze right there in the middle of the dark street. You're standing on a long white dash, wondering what just happened. You think you see shadows moving within the shadows of the Dairy Queen. Why would anything move around in the dark when just a minute ago it could've moved around in the light?
It doesn't make any sense. It's moving around in the dark, you're moving around in the dark. Well, you WERE moving, until the dark got darker.
Suddenly you're reminded of a conversation you had with a friend who came to Jesus late in his life and was trying to make up for lost time by pestering the bejesus out of you about it.
"I get it, I get it," he told you, "The more you empty your mind of flesh things, get rid of the shit and the crap and the worries and the bad memories and stuff, the more vacuum is created to attract the holy spirit. It can't get in if your head is full of worldly stuff. You gotta get rid of that stuff and create a big vacuum!"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," you answered back, "Are you telling me that you have to be out of your mind to be religious? Is that what you're saying?"
You look across the street you're standing in at the dark Dairy Queen. Now you know why that conversation recalled itself. It was your subconscious, cross referencing memories in preparation to store what you are going to do next. You'd have to be out of your mind to cross over to that Dairy Queen now, but you're going to do it.
End, Part 5
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