Contradiction 1 by Rick Brunet There once was a man. He was a good man. In his middle years, the man was considered by all who knew him Friend. He had no enemies, no evil inside him, no "debts to society". Only good came from him, and only good came back to him. A full circle of light. The man had a woman, a woman he had known half his life, who loved and cherished him, and that he loved and cherished in kind. He was her knight in shining armour, and she was his his Guinivere. Together they shared a happiness, a contentment in their own little Garden of Eden. All was good in this man's life. This man died at the ripe old age of forty-nine. Did God "call him home"? Was this man's purity and shining strength so solid that it could no longer be kept apart from His Paradise? Did the very "foundation of heaven" scream for this man's Soul? No. You see, he had a particular fondness for eggs as his breakfast meal. By the time he hit forty, the cholestorol levels in his body had built up to dangerous levels. What do Saints know of doctors? But then again, what does Life know of Saints. And so, the man died of a heart attack at the ripe old age of forty-nine. Only sick minds would think he was condemned to Hell for being a fool. God is not that human.