It seemed beyond obvious that if God had given us his revealed will in the Bible, I should be spending more time trying to know and understand it. But the task seemed overwhelming. Where was I supposed to start? And why weren't the things I was already doing making the problem discernibly better? How was I supposed to move the mountain of my biblical ignorance?
The answer, of course, was gloriously simple. The answer was "one spoonful at a time." Thankfully, someone gave me a spoon.
"We regulate innovation. Because, in fact, humanity is far more technologically advanced than you know. It is human nature that remains in the Dark Ages. The BTC is a safeguard against humanities worst impulses."
There was a faint cry in the night -- a long, animal cry that echoed all around me. I thought at once of the bears that our neighbor Reuben Grigsby had spotted near the creek not two days before, and felt like a rube for leaving home without so much as a knife. There was another cry, and another. They seemed to move all around me, and the more I heard, the more obvious it became that no bear, or panther, or animal was making them. They had a different sound. A human sound. All at once I realized what I was hearing. Without bothering to take my belongings, I jumped to my feet and ran toward home as fast as my feet would carry me. They were screams.
“And now," said the unknown, "farewell kindness, humanity, and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven's substitute to recompense the good—now the god of vengeance yields to me his power to punish the wicked!" At these words he gave a signal, and, as if only awaiting this signal, the yacht instantly put out to sea.