A Pillow in The Coffin

Wickedness and righteousness are very dissimilar at first glance, but a keen eye can see, with clarity, past the distortion. I once knew a very educated and religious man. He was a thinker as well as a drinker, and our paths would cross frequently at multiple bars and libraries across this fine planet. His claims of righteousness still ring in my ears, for he was a Righteous man. Some of his stories I shall never forget, this one is my favorite....
A mile is a long way, thousands of miles is a journey. The Righteous man had completed many journeys in his long, righteous life. Early in his long, righteous life, the Righteous man had discovered religion. His grandfather had given him the best gift any boy could ever hope to receive, The Holy Bible. The Righteous man, then a boy, read every page, every scripture, front and back. He memorized every story and every detail of his Holy book. The Righteous man, as a boy, would walk around his town and preach the words of this Holy book, to anyone who would hear him. This preaching became the Righteous mans calling. Through his teenage years and then into adulthood, the Righteous man would travel from town to town, city to city, state to state, and eventually, country to country, preaching from his Holy book. One day while preaching in a far off land, the Righteous man was approached by a young native child. The child had listened to the fascinating stories told by the Righteous man and was very intrigued. Never owning a book before nor having read a single page in his lifetime, the Native Boy held out his hands to the Righteous man in hopes the Righteous man would place the Holy book between them. The Righteous man refused politely and kept preaching his Holy words. Confused, the Native Boy waited for the Righteous man to finish his sermon then held out his hands again, in hopes of holding the Holy book. This time the Righteous man ignored the Native Boy and walked away. Disappointed, the Native Boy took the mile long walk back to his village. Seeing the Native Boy walking away, a fellow traveler pursued the retreating Righteous man to question him as to why he did not allow the Native Boy to hold the Holy book. With a quick and simple response the Righteous man simply said in simple words, "Because, giving the child the book is like putting A Pillow in The Coffin."