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The Path We Travel


Two farmers are talking about religion.  They are debating over their respective faiths.  As the discussion turned into an argument one turned to his elder and asks, “Gramps, who is right?  Which religion is the right one?”
“Well, there are three ways to get from here to the cotton gin,” he said.  “You can go over the big hill.  That’s shorter but is a powerful climb.  The next way is to go around the east side.  It is not too far but tougher than tarnation.  Or you can go the west side, which is the longest way but the easiest to travel.
But, you know, when you finally get there the gin man doesn’t ask how you got there.  He just asks, “How’s your cotton?” –LA Times


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