Where We Fell From...
A little boy asked his grandfather, “Grandad, why do we think God lives in the sky?”
Amused, and with a smirk on his face, the grandfather replied, “We look down at the ground, find something unusual, something that doesn’t quite belong… And we immediately look up to see from where it might have fallen. Perhaps we look up to find God in a similar way.”
“But, granddad,” said the little boy, “What’s so unusual down here that we need to look up for?”
The grandfather smiled and, without hesitation, said, “Us, my boy. The longer you think about it, everything about being Human is unusual. We’re something that doesn’t quite belong on Earth.”
“Wonder where we fell from,” the little boy said out loud, and flung a smooth pebble into a gushing stream.
Amused, and with a smirk on his face, the grandfather replied, “We look down at the ground, find something unusual, something that doesn’t quite belong… And we immediately look up to see from where it might have fallen. Perhaps we look up to find God in a similar way.”
“But, granddad,” said the little boy, “What’s so unusual down here that we need to look up for?”
The grandfather smiled and, without hesitation, said, “Us, my boy. The longer you think about it, everything about being Human is unusual. We’re something that doesn’t quite belong on Earth.”
“Wonder where we fell from,” the little boy said out loud, and flung a smooth pebble into a gushing stream.
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