le miracle, première partie
The Chocobo Knight wonders, "thejoketh™, what miracle are you waiting for?"
And so, the story of how thejoketh™ began to wait for his miracle is told...
~~~
The world and everything in and on it are objects. Everything that happens is explainable by the offerings of a rampant force called the Internet, or one of the infamous literary life guides such as the "State-your-problem-here" for Dummies spreading across the land like an outbreak. The earth is just a carcass of dirt floating in space, inhabited by savages and more pretentious beings called humans. One of which is thejoketh™.
thejoketh™ believes that if he wants something done in this world, he should do the job himself. He works diligently for everything. Does all that he can that his mortal powers permit. He sometimes fails to conquer his adversaries, but manages to get up and deliver the final blow to claim victory.
Faith is not among those concrete substances that one can tell thejoketh™ about and make him embrace it. He doesn't believe in an overseer that arbitrates between human rapport and worldly interactions, and controls them wholly. Rather, he believes that this overseer conjures images of opportunity, skill, and luck, and scatters them all throughout space. If a human comes into possession of all the three at one instant, which is quite a rarity, that human shall be granted a pleasantly satisfying reward, lessening the hassles of labor for the same result.
A number of times has thejoketh™ managed to come across one or two of the tri-factor. His life would ease a bit until his cycle of demise begins. In some occasions, he bags all three. At those times, thejoketh™ was very happy. And then, the dreaded cycle begins once more. It's the same for thejoketh™ and the other humans-- all smiles now, all cries after, looped forever.
However, an omnipotent overseer does exist. And for some reason, the overseer breaks his just mediation at will, and personally hands a prized reward to a human. The human endowed with this blessing experiences great joy and satisfaction that he is clueless with what or why it happened. For this ignorance, the human redirects his gratefulness to the overseer. Which is righteous. This first-hand help from the overseer extends to a human for the entirety of his existence, and is christened as a miracle.
As cliché as cliché can get, to be continued.
~~~
J'attends.
~^_^~
And so, the story of how thejoketh™ began to wait for his miracle is told...
~~~
The world and everything in and on it are objects. Everything that happens is explainable by the offerings of a rampant force called the Internet, or one of the infamous literary life guides such as the "State-your-problem-here" for Dummies spreading across the land like an outbreak. The earth is just a carcass of dirt floating in space, inhabited by savages and more pretentious beings called humans. One of which is thejoketh™.
thejoketh™ believes that if he wants something done in this world, he should do the job himself. He works diligently for everything. Does all that he can that his mortal powers permit. He sometimes fails to conquer his adversaries, but manages to get up and deliver the final blow to claim victory.
Faith is not among those concrete substances that one can tell thejoketh™ about and make him embrace it. He doesn't believe in an overseer that arbitrates between human rapport and worldly interactions, and controls them wholly. Rather, he believes that this overseer conjures images of opportunity, skill, and luck, and scatters them all throughout space. If a human comes into possession of all the three at one instant, which is quite a rarity, that human shall be granted a pleasantly satisfying reward, lessening the hassles of labor for the same result.
A number of times has thejoketh™ managed to come across one or two of the tri-factor. His life would ease a bit until his cycle of demise begins. In some occasions, he bags all three. At those times, thejoketh™ was very happy. And then, the dreaded cycle begins once more. It's the same for thejoketh™ and the other humans-- all smiles now, all cries after, looped forever.
However, an omnipotent overseer does exist. And for some reason, the overseer breaks his just mediation at will, and personally hands a prized reward to a human. The human endowed with this blessing experiences great joy and satisfaction that he is clueless with what or why it happened. For this ignorance, the human redirects his gratefulness to the overseer. Which is righteous. This first-hand help from the overseer extends to a human for the entirety of his existence, and is christened as a miracle.
As cliché as cliché can get, to be continued.
~~~
J'attends.
~^_^~
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