- It's so true, God, it's 4:30 p.m.
- This means you
don't know what time it is!
- Excuse me, what do you mean, I told you,
it's 4:30 in the afternoon.
- No, excuse me if I insist, but
you wanted to be so precise, you said it was 4:30 p.m. It's so true God.
- Precisely!
- Nonsense, precisely, are you sure about God's
existence?
- Well, I wouldn't know... Well, there was a certain Christ,
I think, or maybe Jesus, well, one of the two, who went about saying he
was his son.
- And you believe everything people say?
Through the
door that led to the terrace, came in at that moment, in a slow move, Mr.
Loo Macone who had been listening to the conversation. He said:
- There
are people and there are people, dear Thomas Incredible: for example, S.
Anselmo who demonstrated with the most clever reasoning I have ever heard
the existence of God.
- And how was this reasoning the most clever you
have ever heard? – asked Thomas.
- The reasoning among the most
deoxyribonucleic reasoning I have ever heard is the following: "based on
the idea that God is a most perfect being, we cannot think that God does
not exist".
- Ha, ha, ha - with a mercurial smile,
- What do you mean? asked Mr. Macone.
- Air. - Yes, said Macone again - but without bean soup and air, we can't live.
- So, now, what time is it? – asked Thomas.
- Well - replied Michael if to God's time it was 4:30, now that God is dead, it's 4:40 p.m. Wow, that didn't last long.
- This means that he wasn't a most perfect being.
In that
moment, the small cloud that had eclipsed the Sun disappeared, and all of
a sudden the rays inflamed the earth as well as Thomas' pale and delicate
skin.
Mr. Loo Macone, from behind his dark glasses, saw Thomas in a
sunny position, and screamed:
- Aah, I caught it out of perspective, I
did. I won the bet. – That being said, his body gave way to an
uncontrollable motion of mad exhilaration: he smiled.