Book3:WereMyDreamIs
stasleepogreengrass,armscspedtightlyaroundeachotheruntiltheywerewokenbytheshoutingoftheclergyman.TheycametoDimitri’seyesocketandlookedoutofthewindowsill,justioseethedepartingbackoftheclergymanbck.HewaswalkingthroughthecrowdofpedestriansloudlyreadingtheBible,buthemstoppedtolistenandbypassedhimasifhedidnoteve. “Thepassagethatclergymanwasregsoundedprettyreasonable”saidCreativity.“Whyisn’tahosebusypeoplestoppingtospendevenamiolistentohim?DothepeopleoftodaynolongerneedGod’steags?“Imaginationsnortedandreplied, “HumanshaveevolvedtothestagewheretheyareequaltoGod,buttheyarealreadyarrogantandpresumptuous.Perhapsthewonderfulcivilizationhumanshavecreatedhadgoheirheads….PerhapsthereasonJehovahw