It was three weeks ago. But even now, I find it difficult to speak about. It was in a moment of insanity. I had just finished a drink and was overcome by an urge to toss it into the green bin. The one exclusively for newspaper.
The consciousness of guilt has since allowed me no peace. I could not get rid of the image of that sea turtle. That sea turtle whose herring would have a bad aftertaste, all thanks to my selfishness. It haunted me beyond respite, I thought I was damned without relief for eternity.
Until today. I was sitting on the park bench, moping about it, wishing it was all a bad dream and would soon go away. When a man appeared and asked me in a soft tone: "You look troubled, son".
I nodded somberly.
"Tell me, son, what ails you?"
Despite the lump in my throat, I told him all. Already I felt a little better.
He said "Oh, don't despair. Darwin loves you anyway". I was blinking rapidly.
"He will forgive you, if you only accept him into your heart."Said the Environmentalist.
I swallowed .
"Darwin died to atone for all our sins." He explained
"Really?" I croaked.
He rolled his eyes. "Isaiah 53. What do you think it's all about?"
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