Far and Beyond

They told him that the Church was the answer and there he should go to find all that he was looking for. He was looking for a lot.
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It took him a journey to find the place, the one they told him about, but he finally did.
The Church was giant.
The building stood stories tall and arched and bent with amazing architecture. It glittered in the afternoon sun, its stain-glass windows casting a barrage of reflecting lights onto the world. It was surrounded by dozons of trees and people everywhere, buzzing with excitment. It, the building, was all that he expected and everything they told him it would be.
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He made his way to the front door. The man inside, who was maintaing the place for the time, told him that all you had to do was wait there, at the grounds, sit, meditate, and you would be handed your answer, or however many answers you needed.
It was that easy.
The best place, he said, where most of the pilgrims sat and waited, was outside, on a hill beyond the trees, a hill overlooking the city.
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Back outside, the pilgrims marched around him like ants, each one in a different direction.
He found the hill to the east, beyond the tree line, and made his way there and up it.
At the summit he sighed, caught his breath, starred at the view of the city, sat and waited.
And waited.
The people moved throughout the grounds all throughout the day.
The sun set.
The moon lifted.
He sat.
And waited, in the dark.
In absolout silence. Nothingness. Limbo. Waiting.
And there was no answer. No peace. No sound of the end being near. No journey fufilled. The Church did not speak to him.
He sat and wondered and looked at the building beyond the hill, where all the pilgrims went and said to himself, "how can you be so far away when I still feel you in my heart?"
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The sun rose, he had no answer.
He left, realizing what lies were.