Chapter 1 

I admit that I had one moment when I laughed at the people of Earth and enjoyed their suffering. Not the true sufferers but those who hadn’t gotten out of life what they wanted and so demanded everyone suffer as they suffered. A long and lingering moment. It wasn’t noble if that word still has any coinage left to it. “They have no idea,” and left it at that. They could not yet see the rotation of the planet and what that meant on a daily basis. Each rotation was an era of its own. And it implicated every breathing thing. If they knew this and were conscious of it at all times in a kind of meditation they would know much more than they thought they did. I got to the point where it didn’t matter any more. The life on Earth was only a stage, a puzzle that was revealed to those prepared for the next stage. Ah, so many swept under the ground and to the center of the planet were they were memories for some special type able to suck these things up and use them for his own purposes.

David Eide
January 24, 2014