"Was that the end of the story?"
"No," Moku replied firmly. "Shortly after his death, a caravan passed by. The leader of the caravan was a kind-hearted man who decided to stop and give the man's body a proper burial. That delay in their journey saved their lives; a pack of desert bandits they were supposed to meet on the path ahead had just passed by, unaware of the caravan that had stopped. The kind-hearted man survived and eventually had a son. That son grew up to be a great leader who changed the world and built a magnificent civilization for all of humanity."
"Now, do you understand the meaning of that story, my son?"
"I still don't fully grasp it, Mother. What does this story have to do with our status as agents of destruction, or with a Creator who is supposedly All-Merciful?"
