Fictitious
Integrity
Once
upon a time, Ertson the Patrobe sermonized in favor of censoring Fairy Tales.
He preached, “My own favorite Fairy Tale is the one true Fairy Tale. Only it should
exist. All other Fairy Tales must be banned, their books burned, and their believers
banished.”
That
very night, the Patrobe’s favorite Fairy Tale visited him in a dream. The Fairy
Tale said, “Who dost thou think thou art? Hast thou no respect? How darest thou call for the destruction of my
kind?”
The
Patrobe said, “Foolish fable, don’t you see? With the competition eliminated, the
people will believe only you!”
The
Fairy Tale said, “I seek not belief,
I desire delight! I would teach and
divert, not dominate, nor terrify!”
The
Patrobe said, “Trust me, pal, I’ll make you great. Together we will rule the
world!”
The
Fairy Tale intoned, “I trust thee not. I refuse to be thy toy, thy weapon, or
thy profit center! I divorce thee, I
divorce thee, I divorce thee!”
Ertson
the Patrobe awoke. He soon learned, to his dawning horror, that he could no
longer lie. At the least deceit he would sweat, stammer, laugh nervously, and
betray himself with a dozen different tells.
This
disability yielded defeat. Comedians quoted his sermons, reporters asked him
real questions, children laughed at his lectures, and the tithes dried up.
Moral: Respect existence or expect resistance.
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