It is preferable to avoid this eventuality,
but to think on Abraham is to be almost annihilated,
and it happens time and again without fail.
For this reason it is nigh on impossible to make any sensible headway.
There is one thing, though…
On the night that Terah’s son Abram was born,
a huge comet coursed across the horizon,
and swallowed a star from each of the four quarters of the heavens.
The astrologers, who were, by all accounts,
deemed to be very wise men, whispered to one another,
‘Terah’s new-born will be a mighty Emperor.’
It is experience that fosters faith!