I bowled up to the officers at customs. "You'll have to surrender your self reliance", they informed me, "and any hope of earning or deserving any entrance." Placing my motheaten garment on the scanning machine I walked through to the other side, waiting for its appearance as it rolled along the conveyor. Out it came, but...
"This is not my coat", I protested. My coat was soiled, ragged and torn." What I now held in my hands was a perfectly white robe.
"You could never fit in that", my internal judgements still rang, yet when I slipped my arms through, never had a garment fitted so comfortably. "It was made for me!" I thought, "or...was I made for it?"
"Step this way sir" said a somewhat glorious guardian, "10,000 times 10,000 remain to claim their inheritance."
"Enjoy your stay" said another, and with that I took my first steps into what can only be described as...home. Finally, I was home.
"This is not my coat", I protested. My coat was soiled, ragged and torn." What I now held in my hands was a perfectly white robe.
"You could never fit in that", my internal judgements still rang, yet when I slipped my arms through, never had a garment fitted so comfortably. "It was made for me!" I thought, "or...was I made for it?"
"Step this way sir" said a somewhat glorious guardian, "10,000 times 10,000 remain to claim their inheritance."
"Enjoy your stay" said another, and with that I took my first steps into what can only be described as...home. Finally, I was home.
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