In a world far from here, there’s a statue of the Founder – towering above his people, brown with the rust of time.
But some say there never was a Founder – at least not that one. He’s just poetical, they say, a convenient myth.
He’s our unconscious construction, say the learned ones.
But he was real, insist the faithful.
The doubters scoff, ask how he could have got around like that, how he wouldn’t just have fallen on his face, him with only two legs!
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