In my wildest fantasy, we the offspring get to meet our forefathers, the ones whom time had rendered sacred, and we teach them what we now know about the world and its inner workings.
It dazzles them, awes them, delights them. It makes them so proud of us, and they admit to their own ignorance, and cast away the childish falsehoods that they had proclaimed in their time.
In my fantasy we are all happy. The forefathers proud of their sons and daughters disabusing them, and we the children, finally free from the burden of carrying forward their ancient falsehoods into a world where they just don't belong.
It dazzles them, awes them, delights them. It makes them so proud of us, and they admit to their own ignorance, and cast away the childish falsehoods that they had proclaimed in their time.
In my fantasy we are all happy. The forefathers proud of their sons and daughters disabusing them, and we the children, finally free from the burden of carrying forward their ancient falsehoods into a world where they just don't belong.
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