“I ask you brothers and sisters, who here is named Timmy?”
Silence.
“Has anyone here ever met anyone named Timmy?”
A few whispers, but most would still call it silence.
“Are you to tell me then, that no one, not one in the fifty-seven people gathered here today has ever met anyone named Timmy?”
Some six year-old coughed in the front row.
“Well, if none of us are Timmy, and no of us know Timmy, the who is Timmy and why do all the stories they tell us involved this little Timmy?”
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