The tour guide felt a tug on the hem of his coat. He looked around for the tugger, eventually settling on a small boy of perhaps five or six years. He stood there, waiting politely for his elder to acknowledge him.
"Yes?"
"How come the Creator never came back?"
The tour guide winced. He loved children in that dulled, filial way all humans did...until they started asking these kinds of questions. He gave an official-sounding cough and began the speech he had designated for this exact question: "Well, my young lad, the short answer is... we don't know. Not even Science knows. But the Scientists are working every day to find out the answer to that question, and all the questions we don't have answers to."
The child looked thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe we already know the answer, but we just don't know we know it yet."
The guide bravely mounted an expedition to search for a suitable response to this, but could only muster a furious session of blinking. A man in the back raised his hand to ask a question.
"I'm sorry; all questions will have to wait until the tour is concluded, thank you." (and I'm off the clock and on my way home), he added to himself. "Let's just take that magnificently negligent view in in awed silence, shall we?"
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