The dog walked down the street.
It was a crowded street.
He was just watching lots of people running from
one place to another and to the next.
Some of them moved in little groups, a few in couples but most
of them were just running alone.
He was wondering about how empty their faces were
and how ugly the noises sounded which came out of those,
if there were noises, because most of the people he was watching
did not move their faces, at least not much.
He wondered if the reason for that was the fact that they carried lots of bags and packages.
So he kept walking until he came to a place where more people were,
but this time they were all just standing around one of them and
this one moved his face and the upper part of his body,
making loud noises, while the rest of them were quiet.
The dog saw another dog sitting there and he walked up to him
and asked: "Do you understand what this is all about?"
"Yes", replied the other dog.
"There is a man telling those other people that someone will come to save them".
"Save them, from what?"
"From the end."
"The end of what?"
"The end of their world, the end of their lives."
"How? What will they have to do for that?"
"Just do what that someone wants them to do."
"And what is that?"
"Hey man, what do I know, what should I care! He just talks about a book."
"What is a book?"
"It is pieces of paper put together and on those papers they can read stuff."
"And what is reading?"
"Reading is looking at words and imagining something, concluding some kind of meaning of those words."
"But there are so many different people, do those words then mean the same thing for all of them?"
"I guess so, otherwise it would be bullshit, right?"
"What is bullshit?"
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