11/06/2025
There once was a group of brilliant scientists — the best minds of their generation — who set out on a quest to unravel the deepest mysteries of the universe. With equations in their notebooks and telescopes in their hands, they climbed the towering mountain of knowledge, determined to find the origin of life, the secrets of time, the mechanics of creation — and maybe, just maybe, to touch God.
They studied atoms and galaxies.
They mapped DNA and dark matter.
They crossed deserts of doubt and swam oceans of discovery.
Every step brought them closer to what they believed was the ultimate truth — the summit of all knowledge.
Years passed. Many fell away. But the few who pressed on finally reached the top.
And there — at the very summit — they found a quiet room.
Inside, to their astonishment, sat a group of elderly theologians and mystics, calmly sipping tea, surrounded by books of Scripture and wisdom.
The scientists, breathless, stepped forward.
“We’ve come so far. We’ve discovered so much. We thought we were the first to get here.”
One of the theologians looked up, smiled gently, and replied,
“Welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”
