Singinbeauty, can I tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a man, a good Father, who provided for every happiness for his children, to which he had two. The children would be given such great things as long as they did as the Father instructed; his rules were quite reasonable. This family lived in a great house with every heart’s desire.
One day, one of the children decided to think about the rule the Father had layed out for them. The rule became very difficult to live with, so, in a huff, that child gathered his belongings and stormed out of the house. “I do not agree with this rule,” the child said, slamming the door. The Father watched as his child turned his back and walked away. The wayward child took up living in the backyard treehouse, built as a replica of the house of the Father.
In the meantime, the other child followed the rules of the Father without doubt. He trusted that the Father would not mislead him. The child continued living with the happiness the Father bestowed on his child.
One evening, the Father had a wonderful meal set at the table. He walked to the door, opened it, and shouted, “Come inside, my child, and taste the food of my table.” But the protesting child was so famished that he fell in dilerium, shouting back, “Your food is not food for me. It’s not even real.”
Now, the Father never stopped loving His wayward child, hoping that one day the child would return to the Father’s house. Every day the Father goes to the door, opens it, and shouts, “Come inside, my child, and taste the food of my table.”
So, tell me how this story should end?
Dominus vobsicum!