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Very Far Far Away

Very Far Far Away was a large and diverse country. It had many ethnic and religious groups and subgroups and castes. But there was a problem. The constant infighting had taken a toll on their country. People were driven by diktats of religion and not its principles like love or brotherhood. This had taken a toll on almost all aspects of the country.

Then HE came. HE, through numerous efforts managed to establish peace. HE established a new religion. A religion without any groups, caste, gods or rituals. A religion that was driven by ethics, equality, freedom, love and brotherhood. The countrymen now channelized their energy in more creative and useful things and prospered like anything.

That was few centuries ago.

But many things haven't changed. The country is extremely prosperous. HE is revered even now. People now worship him. They follow few principles of the religion and any deviation is not tolerated, and punishment is of highest order. Equality is still there, although the close associates of the trust managing temple for HE are given preference. People are still free, although it is prohibited to be against HE or lineage of HE or the religion, and mandatory to visit his temple twice a day. HE still stays ... in hearts and minds of the people. HE has to. It is a rule, after all.

Very Far Far Away is a very happy and prosperous country.
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