The golden box is the Goddess, no doubt. If we give her sunlight everyday, then she gives us light at night.
She refused to marry our old chief, so we killed him. Our new chief won’t even ask her. He is wiser. She says we must “keep a separation of church and state.” Whatever that means.
She gives us knowledge. Just say the magic words, “Hey Siri…” Then ask her: “Where am I?” and she draws a “map.” (She taught us “maps.”) “Will it rain tomorrow?” She knows.
We walk “north” every day looking for this magical food called “restaurants.”
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