I had a strange dream. I saw the ‘wise’ of this age crossing over the plains like a herd of wildebeests, each following the other.
I asked the young man at the rear, ‘Pray tell me child, where are you going?’
‘I am following the wise ones; they have killed God and now there’s only light.’
‘My son, if they have killed God, there is no light, only dark dense nothingness where everything is permissible and all life is in vain.‘ I replied.
But he just stared confusingly, and walked on to ponder on my words.