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"I am the Alpha. I am the Omega."
Alpha O. was in first grade. He was on a field trip to an art exhibit. Many hours later, he found himself alone, in a dark room. His class had gone missing, or rather, he had. He was weeping in the corner, calling out for his classmates, teachers, and soon, even his parents. After he had calmed down, he turned on the light switch and began looking at the art. They were quite peculiar works. Alpha felt his stomach growl. He felt that this art exhibit would be his final resting place. He felt it in his heart. "This is where I die." If he was going to die here, then he might as well understand the last things he sees. It's very simple for dying men to understand their last sight. A knife on your torso, the dirt in the trench... anybody could see their last sight and interpret them before joining God in heaven. However, he did not understand these sights. That rock, or that bottle on the floor... what does it mean? He was going to die and not even understand his last sight. If he wasn't able to interpret it, who else would? Then the idea flashed in his mind. He would ask God. His own young mind could not identify art. He might as well ask the only person he could ask now. He sat down at some corner and began to pray. "Lord, please help me understand these works with deep titles like 'Apotheosis of Blahblah', but the only thing that's being shown are rocks, insects, or movies that don't end and just repeat. Please." And what do you know, he saw God. He was not at a loss for words. His face wasn't in surprise. He began speaking immediately. "God, what does this mean? That spilled ketchup that has "Brain Broken In Pieces" as a title?" Finally, he asked the question that would change his life forever. "Lord, what is art?" God's rich baritone voice said in reply, "I don't know." He did not ask God, with his all-knowing knowledge how the hell he could not know what art is. He did not ask God, a god himself, how he could not know easily identify the simple constructs of the people he had created. It was enough for Alpha. "True, art is I don't know." And at that point, his mind began to encompass the entire galaxy, far beyond what we know. And because he was able to solve something as unsolvable as that, well, he could answer anything! By the next morning, his words were centuries ahead of his time.