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by Leonard Nathan
As children in the schoolroom game whisper from one end of the class to the other and garble the message they pass on or change it beyond recognition, so we pass on the truth of our kind.
My father heard it from his, something vaguely involving God, and his father heard it from his, and so on back to Abraham, and so father passed it on to me, but God had dropped out.
And so my son heard it, a wisdom found inside a Chinese fortune cookie: "Be good and hope," which he will pass on to his son, but maybe with good missing or hope, maybe with love added.
Though love was never meant to mean so much.
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