Friday
It is Friday.
The Fool steps out through his doorway. As always, the Sun greets him. "Hello hello! Where do you go this day?"
The Fool replies, but not as always. In fact, he seems rather incensed. "Old Sun, what a fool you are! And yet not a Fool, because you don't know you are a fool."
"What?!" replies the Sun, sputtering somewhat.
The Fool laughs. He looks down the hill on which he stands. "Sun, Sun, Sun. It's Friday, and school's out. If you don't know what that means, then stay there, locked in your endless precession of sunrise and sunset. Enjoy yourself; I'm off!"
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It is Saturday now. Sh'ma Yisroel: Adonai Elohenu, Adonai Echod.
The Fool steps out through his doorway. As always, the Sun greets him. "Hello hello! Where do you go this day?"
The Fool replies, but not as always. In fact, he seems rather incensed. "Old Sun, what a fool you are! And yet not a Fool, because you don't know you are a fool."
"What?!" replies the Sun, sputtering somewhat.
The Fool laughs. He looks down the hill on which he stands. "Sun, Sun, Sun. It's Friday, and school's out. If you don't know what that means, then stay there, locked in your endless precession of sunrise and sunset. Enjoy yourself; I'm off!"
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It is Saturday now. Sh'ma Yisroel: Adonai Elohenu, Adonai Echod.
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