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The miner stood up to leave.
"Where are you going," asked the captain.
"To the lunch counter, of course. You promised!" the miner replied.
The captain just smiled. "You haven't won yet. You know as well as I do that the game that you played, Mr. Devil, didn't last long, did it? A thousand years, two thousand, what does it matter? One of my guys stopped the whole thing. Your agents thought that they had dragged my guy into your dirty schemes. They thought they had the perfect frame-up. They brought a woman whom they had caught in the act of following my design. Your dirty law demanded the death penalty, and they asked my guy to judge her and condemn her to death. How did you ever think you would get away with that? The people whom your agents had egged on were sitting at the edge of their chair hoping desperately that my guy would violate your rotten law by defending the woman. They wouldn't have loved anything better. But he didn't defend the woman, did he? Nor did he condemn her to death. He asked all the accusers if they had in their hearts some traces left of my design. He told them if they ever loved a person, or hoped, or longed, to do so, and thereby violated that devilish law before which that woman stood accused, then they should leave the scene of death and walk away, lest they be condemning themselves. He didn't say this in so many words of course. He caused their conscience to say this to them. He also trusted that their conscience would make sure that they understood completely that the stones they would throw, if the did, they would throw into the face of their own humanity. And as you know, they did leave. They simply left, and left the woman standing alone with my guy. By your own dirty games, your death penalty law was invalidated in single stroke, wasn't that so, Mr. Devil?"
The miner sat down again. "You got me there," he said. "Heck, I thought I had my lunch all paid for. But you haven't won either, Mr. God. My agents had the law quickly modified, and enforced with the power of the state. Sure, I recall your guy made big waves. He created a religion, a religion of love. And I must hand it to you, that was a tough nut to crack. If my agents killed ten of his fellows, a hundred more would come around the corner, and after they killed those, a thousand would show up, but we didn't have to kill those, too, and this didn't look all that good, did it? One of my agents had a plan dawning in his noodle, around this time. It was a simple plan, easy to carry out. He talked to the emperor, who hijacked your guy's religion. He took your guy's religion and made an empire out of it. He took your guy's Father, Son, and Holy Ghost thing, and said to the people, 'the son is no more. The church now takes the place of the son, and the church is owned by the Emperor, so, what the Emperor says is the word of God. You get the Holy Ghost from him. Don't you dare talk about love. Your love is to the Emperor, case closed."
Suddenly Mr. Devil began to snicker. "One of my agents," he said with a wicked glee in his eye, "had told me around this time that he devised an added safety factor that takes over when the law isn't always present. He told me that it is actually rather easy to defeat your design, Mr. God, by simply preventing your people from looking at each other with honest hearts and honest feelings, and that they will do that by their own volition. My agents created a barrier. This barrier was designed to deny your people the love they would feel when they did look at each other, lest it would bring joy to their hearts. My agents told me, that to accomplish that, they simply devised another devilish 'spiritual' quality, which they named guilt."
He asked Mr. God if he is aware how powerful and effective guilt can be? "It works perfectly, even when the law can't reach them. It has become anchored in their hearts. It will always be with them. This devilish quality is a quality that gets your people squirming at my command. Whenever they feel the slightest love for each other, apart from the bit that I authorize, they tear each other apart inside, and they do it in your name, because the Emperor decreed it through the church. This, Mr. God, works much better than shame, and it works in addition to it. It's the most effective, self-enforcing, devastatingly defeating weapon that has ever been created by my agents against your most noble design, Mr. God. It truly makes the Emperor's law, the word of God."
With having said this, the miner stood up and started to walk towards the lunch counter again, but the captain motioned him to come back and sit down again.
"You forget the Renaissance, Mr. Devil," said the captain. "The Renaissance was a feast of love. They sang songs about Agape, divine Love, and they created beautiful art, beautiful music, and even beautiful cities for one another. They also created schools of science and discovery. And they created technologies. They shut down the dark ages. Human beings were no longer serves and slaves."
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