“We've tried that before, more than once. You do remember the Nazarene carpenter, or that funny little painter from Austria.”
“We want to help them. Their dreams grow so dark.”
“That's what you do to them. With you, they dream bigger dreams, those dreams become machines and wars. They destroy their home, and ours. If you want to help them, leave them be!”
“Fine then, have it your way. Go see more of the wonders.”
The thin man disappears, his surroundings dissolve away to white nothingness, leaving only him, the chair he sits on, and a door.
