There was once a perfect man.
This man's name was David. One day, David decided to go out and explore the city, and live his own life. This was a very common thing to do in David's time, because no one really cared what his or her neighbor was doing with their life, unless it was harming others.
David traveled around for miles, just trying to think about what he could do with his life. It had been bothering him that he served no obvious purpose and he wanted to change that self perception.
As he was wandering around a crowded but peaceful city filled with other people minding their own business, a man approached David and asked about his beliefs. David got a little bit angry, and asked the man why he cared what he thought.
David haughtily explained that unless his beliefs were somehow harming others, nobody should care what he thought. Sensing a hostile situation ahead, the stranger struck David in the head with a disc, trying to knock him out and avoid any real harm.
The stranger did not realize how strong he was, however, and David passed away shortly from the trauma. David's death was grieved by everyone throughout the city, especially his 'accident'-prone murderer.
There was once a perfect man.
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