JJA's Wasted Days - Parallel Parables

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Parallel Parables


The parable of the person		The parable of the car
There's a human who lives and loves and laughs. Eventually the human dies and is buried in a graveyard, where she decays into the soil.		There's a car that can go sixty miles an hour. Eventually the car stops working and is sent to the junkyard, where it rusts away into the soil.
Now a man comes along and looks at the lonely grave, and says:		Now a man comes along and looks at the rusty ground, and says:
"The last time I saw her, she was full of love and life and laughter. What happened to the love and life and laughter? Where did they go?"		"The last time I saw the car, it was going sixty miles an hour. What happened to the sixty miles an hour? Where did it go?"
He searches the ground, turning up a bone here and there, a scrap of clothing, but nothing else. No love or life or laughter remain in the soil. The man stands up and looks at the sky.		He searches the ground, turning up an aluminum part, a piece of glass, but nothing else. No sixty miles an hour remains in the soil. The man stands up and looks at the sky.
"Since the love and life and laughter is not here, it must have gone somewhere else. I postulate that there is a mystic entity — perhaps the creator of all things — that took the love and life and laughter away when she died, and now preserves the love and life and laughter in a special place where there is nothing material — where pure soul exists forever and ever!"		"Since the sixty miles an hour is not here, it must have gone somewhere else. I postulate that there is a mystic entity — perhaps the creator of all things — that took the sixty miles an hour when the car stopped working, and now preserves the sixty miles an hour in a special place where there is nothing material — where pure speed exists forever and ever!"

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