[ WP ] Angels have begun hunting you . Why ? You stole willingly stole The Meaning of Life .

The ones with black wings are so much faster, more cunning. Endlessly on the run, I ask myself if this has all been worth it. Surely life would continue without this sought after truth, right? This has to be the right thing to do. Moving rapidly through the fabric of space and time trying to evade my cross dimensional pursuers, I stop briefly and look behind me. Chariots, both glimmering and imperceptible, they are coming around the far side of a nearby moon, their griffins soaring high above, smelling and searching for me. I begin to cry. I want to stop, I've been running for millenia. I want these pillars of justice to consume me, so I can finally rest. But I ca n't stop. I stole this truth from man to better their chances of survival, how selfish would I be to let it return to them just because I'm tired of running? I think about my mother. My sweet, naive mother who always taught me that I have all the strength I would ever need, to do anything, if only I searched deep inside myself. What would happen to her if I let the angels bring this'meaning' back to life? I cant. I ca n't let everything I've known find out they're only here to inflate Him. I ca n't let them find out that without their blind, unquestioning devotion to Him, he would wither, and die, leaving them to their loneliness in the dark. They need to believe what my mother used to tell me, they can do anything they put their heart and soul into. Even if it means extinction, they need to believe they are in charge of their own lives. So, I run. I run and take this... thing with me. It has become so angry. So... wrathful. This thing, once thought to be the meaning of life, has become the very thing that seeks to destroy it. And it will, given free reign over this dominion. It would turn all life against itself, brother killing brother and stagnating man's intuition and knowledge. We need to survive. On our terms. This thing needs to disappear. To think, they named this spiteful and jealous thing Yahweh. Sounds so warm and welcoming compared to what is here before me. I pick up'The meaning', Yahweh, called God by every creature of the world, and begin running once again. This time I wo n't look behind me.
