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Preserving the Myth
Carruthers cleared his throat
took a sip from the large mug
of chamomile tea on his desk
and began
He worked feverishly into the night
his most ambitious project to date
translating the newly discovered
Sanskrit texts from prehistory
smuggled back to England
from the cave in the remotest region
of the Hindu Kush
What he learned set his blood racing
and the more he read
the more his spine shivered
He worked on
until dawn seized upon the chinks
in the curtains of his study
and the last of the stars
had vanished like weary ghosts
There could be no doubt
no mistaking the evidence
the absolute
and incontrovertible proof
was staring him in the face
God was an alien
whose space ship had crashed
when primeval Earth
was populated by inferior life forms
who were seeded
using advanced technology
to become the homo sapiens of today
But would the world ever be ready
for the truth that could signal
the end of all religion
with belief systems overturned
after thousands of years
The consequences could be catastrophic
Without hesitation
he understood what he must do
Carruthers gave a long heartfelt sigh
then carefully gathered up
every remnant of crumbling parchment
spread across his desk
walked slowly to the bathroom
and flushed them
away
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