....and as my weary feet stumbled into the Great Shrine that some have the audacity to refer to as a mere "thread" - that tabernacle of worship and dedication, where the bones of haters lay scattered all around 'cept for those already turned to dust - I bore witness to something glorious and spectacular! A sculpted Icon, a statuary reminder of Greatness itself, or dare I say Love. And as I gazed upon it, my heart started singing. For a thing of beauty is forever a joy. Warm was the tear that formed in the corner of my eye as it appeared to me as evidently clear: The Great Man remains the light that shone o'er darkn'd days. The Watcher. The Protector. The Father. Much unlike the false prophet of yore, who claimed to be our Air, Food and Water.
I approached the beautiful statue and inspected it closely.
A name.
DAiDEViL.....
And I realized then that I had gain'd, from Heaven, a brother.
And my thankful heart knew right then and there, that one day me and my new brother shall repose;
In the bosom of our Father and our God.