Their mode of worship at court was to stand in straight lines, like soldiers of God.
Their games are sticks (kindergarten) which they also work into ingenious devises of cabinets and stands. The arches of apartments decorated thus.
Their adieu was straightening of the fingers.
When on our way home, I kiss Robet. My statue sense is wearing away. Still yet, I seem to see the past and future. Interior of minds. An aura-cathode light clarifies. I ask; to answer; my own questions.
“Are spirits before birth individuals?”
“No, only in bulk, combining chemically at birth.”
“Dangers in this life, are there dangers in the next?”
“There are.” I listen to myself statue like.
At last I ask Savant, “What is it?” He is puzzled as I, and questions me on my church faith. I tell him about Adam and Jesus; the latter to tell us all mysteries, when he comes in the clouds. He is intensely interested. I get my bible and read to him day after day.
Much affected one day, he looks up to ask: “May not he the God have sent this upon you to make you his second forerunner?”