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| That was the day two things happened. I had fully reassured myself that I was a God, and everyone else had fully reassured themselves that it was merely coincidence and told me to prove it again. I even told them I would and asked for a volunteer to die. Funny how everyone went silent. It's like that story about the man and the wheel barrow over Niagara Falls. Lemme refresh your memory in case you forgot that story or have never heard it: During the late 19th century a French tightrope walker made quite a stir by repeatedly crossing over Niagara Falls on rope stretched between the two banks of the river. Reportedly, he once singled out a member of the audience before one of these "trips" and asked him several questions along the following lines: "Sir", he asked, " do you believe I can walk over the falls on this little rope?" "Sure", answered the man, "I've seen you do it before." "And do you also believe that I could push this wheelbarrow across?" "Yes, I do." "And do you also believe that I could do it with a man sitting in the wheelbarrow?" "Yeah, I'm positive you could." "Then, kind sir, would you mind assisting me by getting into the wheelbarrow?" "Not on your life!", answered the man. |
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