Conditional Reality

The sun moved closer as the years wore on. At first none of us noticed, but after a few thousand years many of us agreed the summers had become much warmer and even the winters were not as cold as they had once been. We adapted by suppressing our automatic urge to shrink away from flames. We toughened up our skin, did without hair, and learned to enjoy bathing in the generous and benevolent body of the sun. Bonfires became feasts. Forest fires became bountiful harvests. No one whimpered. All became silent. We awaited the crackling end with quiet dignity.

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