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Upon my arrival I explained my troubles to Xolatile.
He let out a single stoic laughter.
"Its because the furniture is indented with tabs." - he explained.
I was desperately trying to preprocess the issue without success.
Then, he took me by the shoulder and led me outside.
We stood under a plum tree and he pointed back towards the house.
"Look and tilt your head a little to the left!" - He said and I.
In that instant it made sense.
It all made sense: the angles, spheres and dimensions;
they were all perfectly aligned and in absolute retardation, I found enlightenment.
The universe opened up for me and whispered her secrets down to me.
Lights flashed with divine meaning.
I stared for what was an eternity for me, yet merely a femtosecond for the GNU/IRL.
Finally, I collapsed.

I woke up to the sensation of morning dew on my face.
Xolatile was nowhere to be seen.
I did not look for him, I simply went home, now knowing what I must do.
The news came to me later that week that he has been allegedly killed in a military accident.
I dread not, for is away, but never left us.
Now, I must go to sleep.
Yes, I will sleep until he calls on me.

Until he calls on us all.

- By Anonymous # Eight Thousand Six Hundred Ninety Seven