Chapter 1 

I never once forgot how it felt to walk along the pathway of a great park, in the summer, attacked by flies and bugs of every description while trying to keep the sun at bay. Even though I seemed as though I could whisk around far distances in short times, I noted the significance of feeling bound and physical. “When the heat goes deep in your lungs and you want to taste a drop of water from your canteen.”

The Earth called back to me to remember her physicality. That meant especially what was wild, raging, and uninhabited. There were places where cred was established by the number of bodies it had claimed whether a river, mountain, or desert. The Earth seemed pleased at this for some odd reason. “Oh Earth that can not speak, are you that filled with revenge on these poor creatures?”

It was as if the hole she had let the humans escape from shamed her and gave her nothing but regrets.

David Eide
January 24, 2014