Chapter 1 

It was magnificent to see simple survival. What a miracle! Out where we weren’t supposed to survive without the benefits of clever artifacts every moment was, as they used to say, surreal. I knew I had witnessed the reason why it happened this way, that is, on the surface of the Earth with its billions of souls and hearty build ups over thousands of years to produce this light and smudged thing. They came over the mountain passes and settled around lakes and rivers. They hunted on the plains and steppes. They huddled and laughed, pointed and made comments. Brazen and proud, laid low and humbled by a lover or an enemy. The pride in craft and honor! At every turn there was murder and treachery and those who hated murder and treachery. Celebrations and dances! The nude turning around the fire of dark men. Absurd tales from the wild mind shaped by the intervals of love making. Endless tears and endless contortions and leaping to try and get off, to separate and become something new. And men were reasonable for a day before the wrath came.

David Eide
January 24, 2014