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The Temptation of Saint Anthony; another version

The Temptation of Saint Anthony; another version

Fear and Angst

A young man traveling with the exodus was separated from his family. He followed their footprints in the earth until a sandstorm obliterated the slight depressions. The young man had no path to follow and no people to set the example. He cried out to the world and anyone who could listen “GOD, why me?”

On the fifth day of his wanderings he lay down in the blistering sun and gave up all hope. In the early morning coolness of the sixth day he regained some strength and took up his search once more. He came to an insurmountable cliff. He sat there, beaten, while the sun disappeared behind a large dune. As the twilight turned to darkness his concern turned to fear. Alone, in the darkness, he wept and gnashed his teeth.

Suddenly, from nowhere, a flame appeared. From within this flame a voice spoke. “Physical strength you have my son. Tho, with each hour of darkness, your will weakens.”

The young man heard the voice from within but chose to lay there weeping. He took the voice as a sign of doom. With fear and angst he bashed his head against the cliff until the blood flowed down his face. He fell asleep exhausted.

In the light of the early morning hours the young man traveled along the base of the precipice searching, with little hope but much fear, for his lost people. As the light became brighter he noticed a small niche in the cliff. His gaunt body may fit into this niche.

He made a halfhearted attempt to force his body into the niche. He gave up and died.

END OF LAMENTATION

“If man cannot find his own niche, then maybe he should not lead others!”

Thus spoke Fred, to himself, once again.

Tomorrow: “On Magnetism”