Thousand: Three Hundred Fifty-Seven

things went well, turned out much like the earlier batch. Oh, I suppose stuff would happen, temples would get knocked down, communities would be slaughtered and enslaved, diseases would ravage the cities, but most of that didn’t happen to most people. Most people just went along doing what they were doing. What their grandfolks did. What their grandkids would do. So I’m back to tell you eternal life has been going on longer than memories can catalog. I’m back to tell you I never left. Yup. The cross was hurty, but my hands don’t smart anymore. I don’t need to