Once
upon a time, there was a man named Wanderer, who was standing on the edge of a
deep chasm. He longed to get to the other side, so he, being a clever sort, decided
to build a bridge.
His
bridge needed raw material, so Wanderer climbed down into the chasm and gathered
some chaos and carried it back up with him. Using the chaos, Wanderer began to
construct words, sentences, and paragraphs, and soon his bridge began to take
shape.
Sometimes
Wanderer would get stuck and have to go back and fix some things in the structure
of the bridge that weren’t hooking together quite right.
But
eventually, Wanderer finished his bridge.
“Not
only have I built a bridge for myself,” realized Wanderer, “but I have built a
bridge that others can follow, simply by crossing over the span of words that
extend from one end to the other.
He hoped, too, that in the future other people would build bridges across other chasms. “And perhaps someday,” thought Wanderer, “all the world will be connected.”
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