There was indeed the Word, in that Book. And it was good. And then there was you, without an independent thought. How simple it must be, to have this book. To live by, sleep by, swear by, and die by. Nothing less. And nothing more--to discover, to believe, to question, to discuss.
Nothing more to argue. So that when people are hung upside down in the name of that Word in that Book. That is still good. And when people are gassed in the name of that Word in that Book. Likewise, good. Even when people fall victim to hideous epidemics... well, you say, they dare to not live by that Word in that Book. And that is why.
Simple.
So what happens when you are on the other side? What happens when you are the one tortured in the name of a word in some other book? When you are the one plagued with illness? Will you still look to your book for a prescription? Or will you be able, at some point, to improvise of your own accord?
Still simple?
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