A man, a bookstore, fairies, a mouse, a cat and an angel war…part 8

The man opened the front door of the shop and stepped outside.  A deafening roar immediately filled the air.  The man was shocked.  The fairies fluttered around him, landing on his shoulders and taking off again.  The cat sat by his side.

“What’s going on?” asked the man.

The cat sighed and scratched his ear.  “You were the fist one,” he meowed.  “You are the living proof that the fallen and the others can not only love, they can produce perfect angels.  After you, others realized that they were being manipulated and lied to, so their eyes were opened and they fell.”

“But I didn’t do anything to be born…I just….”

“Just go with it. You’re a symbol of freedom.  Your birth changed everything.”

The crowd parted and the man walked into the street.  He turned in a tight circle and looked at the others.  “Thank you,” he said.  “Freedom is the most important thing in life.  The freedom to be.  The freedom to become.  The freedom to choose.  I am grateful..for your help.”

Another cheer went up from the angels, their swords held above their heads. “FALLEN, FALLEN, FALLEN,” the sang. The fairies darted back and forth, watching for danger.  Finally the man held up his sword and when he did, the sun caught it and it burst into light.  The angels immediately became silent.

“Love is not the answer,” he said, “so I won’t bore you with that speech.  The celebration of diversity, that’s what matters.  Diversity allows beauty, passion and wholeness to exist.  That’s what we should strive for, no matter the difficulty.  We don’t have to agree with each other.  We don’t have to understand, or even like each other, we simply have to acknowledge that we are all different and that our differences can make us stronger. Most importantly, no single opinion, or point of view, should rule over all of us.  That is the death of freedom.  So we gather today, to fight for the right to be free.”

“Nice one,” said the cat, rubbing against the man’s legs, hoping to be heard over the roar of the angels.”

And at that very moment, the self labeled righteous dropped from the sky.


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