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Chapter 1
In The Imaginary Land of One's Birth
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Human beings had had a tough time of it. They never considered the fact that all their doings and beliefs were fits and starts, mere beginnings to a long stay on the surface. “Think long brothers and live well.” That’s what I wanted to shout down to them. They were all gone by now, the ones I knew at any rate. And why they were different than the billions that preceded me was a good question. They invented new explosives. They could talk to each other with interesting angles. They didn’t want for anything but were always miserable and restless. Ah, they were attempting to leap from the surface. That gesture is something I had noticed long before. I don’t think many had the insight. But it was apparent that the movements of people were seeded in the desire to leave the planet and all the frustration came about because they never did. They left home. They left work. They left friends. They left well enough alone. They never leapt out from the surface. So from the possibility to the actuality was a gap, a serious gap that made the mind mute with anger.
David Eide
January 24, 2014
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