Prologue - or – whatever
I guess one of the nice things about writing fiction, especially fantasy or science fiction is that an author can do whatever they want in their stories. Of course readers will scrutinize what the author writes and judgments are made.
Just for the fun of it I have decided to jump into my story for a moment and walk down the street where it all begins. I want to talk to you and a little walk seemed appropriate. You’d be surprised what you could learn from someone while on a walk with them.
The sun is setting and the street lights seem to struggle against the fading strength of daylight. A gentle breeze caresses my face as my ears admire the soft crunching of stray gravel beneath my feet. I like it here.
I wanted to talk to you about my story, about what it is and what it is not. In a time when a work of fiction can be believed as fact by its readers I want to be clear and honest with you.
This story is a complete work of fiction. It is intended to make the reader think about things often thought about but in a slightly different way.
It is my belief that nothing in this story stands against Holy Scripture and I don’t think Holy Scripture disproves of anything in this story. In other words, the ideas in this story (perhaps I should say the unconventional ones) are just that, ideas. Maybe they are true and maybe not. Nothing would make me happier than the discussion of these ideas. Even better would be a person committing their life to accepting and loving the only God, the Living God, and accepting the salvation of His son Jesus.
In the end salvation is all that matters. Love the Lord God with all your heart mind and soul. Love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments hang the profits and the law. Everything in this story is weighed against these commands.
Whether you agree with this story and its ideas or not is really no big deal. I would like to think that all the things put forth in the story are true and I have figured it out perfectly.
Perspective is everything. Enjoy the story.
Ah, we’ve arrived at my home and its getting a little chilly. Time to call it a night. I wrote the nicest house on the block for myself.