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Inquiry Project- Diary Entry

David's Journal 

(Chapter 1)

Day 1

Sleep continues to elude me. I know something is happening behind my dreams, not understandable yet, but they are leading to it. However, the city in my dream haunts me, with its fascination. 

The comparisons between Waknuk and there can be easily made –sunshine glowed beyond the big blue bay, fish-like birds flew above, and carts travelled without horses… Thus, I talked to Mary. She denied the existence of that city and budged, she said they may exist at once. Accordingly it didn't last… Meanwhile she warned me to keep this a secret, and I believed it was right to do so…

Deep down, I truly wish the city is real. Over there, everything... well almost everything seems contraire... in a good way. What would this world be like without Tribulation? What would people be like? Just maybe, people will accept odds someday, or maybe not? What world could've people created if there is no Image of God? NO, I shouldn't be thinking this way, it's not right... or is it?

Day 2

My high bank trip brought me to a special girl - Sophie.

As usual, I went to the high bank. Then curiosity led me to seldom explored other side of the bank, it turned out there is a slide way with a sand gully at bottom. After I slide a couple times, I met Sophie. Everything was just casual and normal, until she fell. 

Sophie got her feet stuck. As she pulled out, I was thrilled by her six-toes. What caused that? For a moment, I doubted that what I saw is not real. I KNEW people usually choose not to accept specials, whether what is the reason that makes special. It's illogical to me, because I don't think it's anyone's fault to blame if special happened. And even if they DO happened, you are still you. We can always choose what to be, wasn't it? I'm not quite sure... but I accepted that little difference sincerely.

In turn, I visited Sophie's house and met her parents. Being special really is a big deal to everyone else, so we dealt seriously. I've made my promise, this secret will be kept. It's my first small doubts started to germinate. Blasphemy, such an ugly word... made tormented lives imprisoned within 'hateful sight in the God' .