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preface
Th when e revelation came one lazy summer eve ning. I had just dozed off
two goons broke into my house, threw a sack over me, and whisked me
away. In an instant that felt like an eternity they took me to their lair and
hauled me trembling before their leader.
Suddenly I heard His voice. “Have no fear, my son. I have brought you
here for blessing, not punishment.”
“Is that your escort ser vice?” I asked.
“Th ose are your guardian angels. You arrived safely, did you not?”
“And the sack?”
“A spacesuit. You wouldn’t survive the journey without one.”
“Why no eyeholes?”
“None can look at me and live. But l will let you glimpse my hand. Do
you see it?” Two slits miraculously appeared in the sack. Th rough them I
saw the most wondrous hand I had ever seen. It was the color of . . .
“Do not tell anyone the color,” He said. “You people torment each other
enough in my name already. Just watch as I show you.” He turned His hand
to reveal enormous emeralds, with more facets than I could count and a
diff erent number cut into each one.
“Th ey’re dice!” I cried. “And you’re playing them. Einstein must have
been stunned.”
