There was once a boy who didn't really know what to do with himself. He also couldn't handle not knowing what to do with himself, so he tried to fill up his days with this and that, so there would no silence for the questions to start eating at him. But, keeping busy cannot be done perpetually, and eventually, he burnt out and needed rest. As a result, the boy found himself with more time than sense to know what to do with it, and the questions came with greater confidence, arguing with each other as to which part of the boy's soul they were going to devour.
Full of bravado, one question said; "Ha! I fancy the look of his love for God. I'd like to eat that, and leave him with nothing". And so the question began to eat. And eat. Eat eat eat. Until he realised that he had mistaken his meal. "I don't think this soul contains love for God at all!" it exclaimed. The question began to feel very ill; it's sight began to get blurry and everything became indistinct.
"You know what, I think it was God's love for this boy's soul that I've been feasting on all along. I feel so full.... so...full.." and so the question died. The other questions took one look at the dead question, the one that fell flat and bloated, defeated by love of God - and made a swift exit.
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