The five greatest zealots wrote for hours in boredom. When they became excited they exchanged papers, read, became bored, and wrote the same tirade over and over.

So the process repeated for hundreds of years, unfettered by the dawning of progress.

When all the zealots resulting from their various liniages were dead and buried (for who had time to copulate in those busy years?), the people rejoiced.

Death was never to be mourned and so the writings of the passed years and years having passed were studied with the utmost diligence. Grammatical errors and mistakes of spelling were corrected. New meaning and purpose sidled into the pages and soon dogma, bereft of the original ennui, was born.

For years and then centuries parables were recited and generation upon generation became successively more disoriented and disillusioned. Stones were broken on the heads of brothers, stones were overturned to reveal new truths, stones were etched with new laws, and so it goes…

Only soon the five zealots awoke from their boredom and realized what they had done. They marched to ritual suicide, hands solemnly folded under the break of a new day and the dawning of a new age.