Tale of the Quinonoid
And lo, they crossed the vastness of pavement. And the next day they crossed the grayness of the sea. For He had told them to go there so they could behold the twinkling quinonoid in all the glory He hast bestown upon it.
And they did so, and beheld the quinonoid, and His glory was evident within it. Its glassy surface was like a window to a swimming and swirling pool of God’s great glory, and it was good.
But when the bad ones in the crowd started speeding up, the good ones who followed His word cast themselves out to an underground cave. Their friendly faces were not to be seen until He gave His signal most holy. Like Batman’s signal, only more miraculous and holy-shaped.
While they spent their time underground, they passed their days digging tunnels. Each tunnel passageway measured 10 cubits across and 12 cubits high, for that was His wish. And no Muzak played at any point in the runnel, for that was His wish as well.
Three years and another three years passed. One year after that the Lord finally got around to smiting the bad ones in all His glory and kindness. The bad ones blamed the smiting on God’s boredom and restlessness, but the good ones knew that this was not true. God’s wisdom and greatness is what causes smiting. So it is written, so it shall be.