Chapter
1 – Quest for Truth
Humanity can become obsessed
with material goods and pleasures of the flesh so easily that God has to take drastic
measures to save us from ourselves. From what I’m reading, before, man used to
survive by eating, drinking, breathing oxygen, and generally taking care of his
body, but when most of humanity lost the will to search for the truth, he made
our survival dependent on it. The more truth a person is the healthier and more
alive they’ll be, but if they don’t seek the truth, their bodies will begin to
decay and warp because of their sloth. Today, the bodies of humans are pale and
gray because of the lack of truth within us and those who are warped appear
less human. There are even those who warp the truth for their own reasons and
warp in different ways because of this. This whole new reality made men fight
each other for knowledge and information until the world was destroyed in the
fires of hatred and war.
All animals and vegetation on the
planet have gone extinct as far as we know and humanity continues to fight to
find the truth to live for, or at least what we want to be the truth. This book
is remarkably interesting with its illustrations and the information it
presents. I know it's all true because I can feel my body, mind, and soul
healing as I absorb the truth within these words. It also makes me wish we had
the technology and internet of the past. God took away world hunger and gave us
a way to clearly find the truth behind the world and we still destroyed each
other over it.
“Hey, your time is up,” the man I’m
borrowing this book from says.
He’s a very crooked and warped man
despite the things that he should know. His long jaw and arms are the same as
those information sellers that I search for in my pursuit of the truth. People
like this profit from people starving for the truth and rarely give to those
who are poor. They do it to buy more knowledge to sell and buy themselves security
and safety.
“Please, let me read a little
longer,” I say.
“I’ll allow you to rent it longer
if you pay again.”
“I’ll pay you half the price I did
and read only half as long.”
“No deal.”
“But what you ask will leave me
broke.”
“What’s the cost of truth and
survival? It’s greater than what I’m asking for, is it not?”
“…fine.”
“Thank you, kindly.”
Swindler. Anyways, I continue to
read, but some of this is information I already know. It figures. All these
information sellers are part of the same network and sell similar information.
I was blessed enough to find out what I did. Maybe I was too hopeful to find
something like the Sacred Scripture that mankind used to have access to before
it became scarce and expensive to rent and buy from people. It says in this
book that the false faiths fell away while the truth faith took its rightful
place back then, but then the majority of it became greedy and was destroyed
from within and by the jealous false faiths. Nowadays, there are false churches
selling false salvation with few traces of the true church left.
If I really want to find real, satisfying, life giving truth, I have to find the church though it seems to be impossible
at this point. I’ll have to deal with absorbing truth like this for now. For
now, I return the book that I rented.
Before I go I ask the man, “Do you
think I could get some of my money back since I didn’t use all my time? I’m a
returning customer that goes to your lenders.”
“Really?” the man says as he takes out
a book of customers.
“My name is Gianna. That’s the name
that you should have on record.”
“Let me see. Hmmm. Oh, you are here
and you have read a lot of the books we have, but I can’t give you your money
back. It wasn’t part of our deal.”
“Ah-okay. Thank you anyways.”
I’m not going to argue and make a scene
with people like this. I’ve tried it once and got nowhere. They have the money
and power to enforce whatever they want so there’s no use in fighting them.
Going through the marketplace, I see the usual people bargaining for knowledge
and people selling things and asking for jobs. There are people who even sell
their own teeth since no one eats anymore. Knowledge and truth are the only
things worth money in this day and age. This marketplace I’m in is underground
and in what used to be a subway station. Even though heat, radiation, and cold
don’t make people sick, it’s still better to be comfortable than to be on the
surface, which makes people feel sickly.
Going to a nearby mirror, I see
that my skin has become less grey though my eyes still have spider symbols in them.
This I don’t mind since it looks cool. I even got a spider hair clip and made
my outfit match the theme of spiders. What I don’t know is why my eyes look
like this. Maybe I know something that’s wrong or my idea of truth is more
self-serving than I thought. I do believe that God teaches those who want to be
taught and just like a spider setting a web to catch flies, I open and ready my
mind to catch whatever knowledge God sends my way. Perhaps this look is a good
thing and a sign that I’m doing the right thing then. Not all mutations are bad
after all.
I hear the sound of something
breaking the ceiling and sounds of violence in the distance so I head for a
nearby exit. I’m all too familiar with those sounds to know what comes after
them. Seekers of information otherwise plainly known as seekers are groups of
bandits that raid and pillage places for knowledge. Some are small bands of
lunatics while others are from larger “official” groups of gatherers of
knowledge. Even though people are immune to hunger and the weather, it doesn’t
mean that they’re immune to pain.
Huh. Usually, there’s a larger
commotion when the seekers raid a place. They must’ve found what they’re looking
for or something better. Looking through the holes in the floor, I see that
they’ve found some kind of map.
“There’s a library that’s not too
far from here,” one of the seekers say.
“I don’t know if we should raid
that place. What about those crazy librarians that stalk those halls?”
“What? You don’t think we can
handle a bunch of skinny noodle-looking people?”
“No, we totally can.”
“Then let’s go.”
Libraries were some of the most
fought over places in the past. Despite their vast quantities of knowledge,
people stay away from them because of the libraries, which are people who have
become twisted and insane from all the knowledge in it and because they try to
twist the knowledge to what they want to be true. I can use these seekers as my
pseudo-escorts to the library so I can pick up a couple books and learn
something new. I follow silently behind them, slip into their truck, and hide in the piles of books as they drive away. This may be dangerous, but it’ll
be worth it. Untold quantities of truth and knowledge, here I come.
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