I stopped at the crossroads of life and there God and Satan were involved in a metaphorical game of chess and the object of their competition was me. Suddenly, as I watched the war of wits unfold before me, the conversation shifted to doubt and it be...came the symbolic objective of their play. Just then, Doubt appeared and stood beside me and we talked. He was tired and heavy hearted and he gave me a ring.
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