Anti-Zeus was lounging with the Platonic Demiurge and Saint Paul’s Timothy, when I burst into their presence and shouted:
“Sigmund Freud is trapped in the Dream Realm — help, quick; I don’t know how much longer I can nap!”
Then I knelt to my robot-squire and sent a prayer through its movie projector: “Sigmund, be patient — I have notified several saviors who are in the vicinity. Just stick by the Jungian super-conscience and ESCHEW SEDUCTION.”
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So that, dear friends, is how we managed to include birdkind among the entities that preceded the creation of Adam.
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