i can predict events, but i cannot predict peoples, he said. it's a gift from god, only to ridicule me. for i know exactly what will happen in the future. i can see them in my head. from the smallest event like a leaf falling from a tree, to disasters taking thousands of lives. in one clear moment, escapes from divisions of seconds, minutes, hours or days. i can see everything, like a prefectly taken picture. one by one. i can even hear the sounds, clear as bay. from the chirping birds to the humming of machines. yes i can see them all. i can hear them all. but all are worthless. all are nothing since men are always consistenly constantly escaping my mind. not a singel second that i can hold them firm in my hand. not a singel word that i can taste in my mouth. that's why this gift is nothing but a waste. a mockery for me from my lord. because as long as events and futures remain only as vehicles of men. there will be no prophecy that i can share with you. my visions remain only as stories to be told. tales of the fallen prophet.
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