Message from a Cynical God (about books)

 An old bookstore in the middle of nowhere almost burned down. Books no longer sat on the shelves. Cats and other strays were the only breathing visitors. Deterioration was evident in the floorboards and the walls. Eventually, the old book building would be talked about the way old abandoned houses are. Fairy tales and old folk stories about what happened would flood the streets for years to come. Ghosts of the past would tell the tales of a once grand palace of books. Homes filled with kids would be full of questions about the fire that almost killed literature.  Inside the old bookstore pages of classic novels would fly around trying to offer answers, that parents wouldn’t give. Just outside the store, there was a makeshift grave for a person no one remembered the name of. Kittens lay near the grave as if seeking comfort from the warm hand that had grown cold. Life still thrived at the old bookstore, even though no humans thought to visit. Maybe, the fact that man stopped visiting is why life could continue on around the old burned store. No matter, soon the bookstore would be no more. Outside forces beyond control would see to that. Perhaps it is for the better that the old bookstore would disappear, or perhaps not. Questions like that are better left unasked. Reading is becoming a thing of the past after all, and we wouldn’t want to strain young minds. Such a shame what will happen when all of the readers die out. To be completely honest I could save books and reading if I really wanted to. Universally, there are enough people to keep reading alive, without my help, if they really want to. Victims of not reading are going to duplicate though, and I have no power over that. Words are vital to humanity, and I hope someone realizes that quickly. X marks the spot to all the answers, however, no one can seem to find it. You know you do have the power to help the cause of reading, before the lightning strikes. “ZAP '', too late there goes an old book store.