Happy Hollandaise

He thought back to his parents. They had met at a graduate school conference on traditional beliefs of the west. It was an obvious match, both attending to present their research on the recent evolution of the predominant religion of the southern states. They loved their subject matter as much as they loved each other, and in their secular culture, no one questioned when they gave their first child “that” name. Perhaps they knew too much history, or more likely, they knew too little about what faith meant to the very people they had dedicated their lives to studying. It was faith, not truth, not history, and not logic, that defined reality for these people. The chanting swelled, bringing him back to his own true reality. South of the wall, far from the fallen republic in his temporary hide out, he cried as he asked himself, “Chris must what?”

by /u/mayonaise55 

From: Reddit


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