On Being Human

Imagine this: you wake up one Sunday morning, and you are in a world without art.

When you go to church, the building you enter is an ordinary building. Nothing distinguishes it from the buildings around it. Inside, people are clad in uniforms. There are no suits, no hats, no dresses or gloves. The pastor looks like everyone else. Everyone has the same hairstyle, male and female alike.

There are no Bibles, for this is a world without literature.

There are no hymns or anthems, for this is a world without music.

The offerings that are given are plain pieces of metal or paper; coins have no designs on them, nor do dollar bills, for this is a world without art.


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