Free write

After a long journey he finally tastes the fruit. He feels the love of God. It is the most desirable and delicious fruit he has ever tasted. As he eats it, it fills his body with a warmth, and then a joy, that seems to start from the center of his core and expands outwards. The journey has been worth it, the sacrifice bestows its rewards. But something glimmers and shines out of the corner of his eyes. At first, only faintly does he see it. He turns to get a better look. In awe, his mouth drops open as his eyes climb the extravagant walls of this great edifice. The spires stand tall and majestic. It seems to be a palace placed on the highest point of the world. The people inside are reveling in their own greatness. It all seems so pleasurable, seductive, attractive, and exciting. The joy of the fruit quickly is forgotten. Something inside of him warns against this place. It is quiet, and so calming that he begins to turn away from the building. Then another, much louder, sound breaks the silence. It is coming from the building. He looks and sees that the whole multitude has all turned and is looking down at him, mocking him, pointing at him. He was completely alone and weak. Never had he felt so embarrassed. He wanted to hide. He was ashamed. He let the fruit slip from his fingers. His desire to belong, to be with the throng of scoffers is unbearable. He feels out of control. He tramples over the fruit as he lust after Satan’s deceitful, decorated dungeon where he will stay the rest of his days as a prisoner bound by unbreakable chains of despair and pain. Who is this man? No, not me. Never!