There are a few books that I wouldn’t mind being trapped in. Some scifi masterpiece would be nice. A well written romance novel could be fun and hot . Even a thriller might have its moments.
But damn it, why this lousy technical manual. I’m going crazy here. Anything but this.
First off: I have been gone for nearly 2 months. This effectively extends my mini saga endeavor into March. So yeah. Naughty.
Back on the horse, or Tauntaun…
#208
When she would don the suit, everything would change. Suddenly 50 feet tall, she would rampage across her small town, breathing radioactive fire on her office , skipping down freeways, and kicking the suvs that crowded all the street parking on street sweeping days. Being a giant monster is cool.
We are all that exists in all the world. There is nothing but fine dust in every direction shining in the hot afternoon sun. We are alone, alone and free and everything disapears. In this state, that world back there is nothing. There’s the now, the now and the wind.
Burning Man 2009, originally uploaded by ericspaceman.
The sun would set as the moon would rise. We would become aware of the movement of the Earth, the planets, satellites and Sol above us. We build icons to reach for the heavens. We would walk the land like gods for just one week. Then we destroy it all.
Burning Man 2009, originally uploaded by ericspaceman.
In the quiet hours before dawn the seekers who had lost their loves would gather at the Temple and quietly reflect on the void. When the flame jets would spurt toward the darkness, we would hold our breath, seeing the spirits for a brief second. Countless whirlwinds would come Sunday.
Late at night, every night, there are sounds in my house of a great war being fought. It is a tiny battle, one sided by singing crickets the other vicious vicious spindly spiders. It’s an epic struggle one that has gone on for eons. I find the spiders less annoying.
You don’t know where miracles come from. They can come from anywhere. They’re magic. So, when asking for one, keep in mind that it is unknown and unpredictable. It also may not look like a miracle, but rather some great calamity. Just be cool. It’ll happen. It’s coming from yours truly.
Clackity-clack. It’s the middle of the night. I know that sound. I heard it when I was a kid. It was always late. It was the monster. I’d even once caught a glimpse of it, spidery and black. It’s been 30 years.
“Eric…” it whispered. “I have a gift for you.”
There’s a logic to the the way the world works. From our little vantage point, walking on the planet it seems random, sometimes cruel and often serious. But when you pull back and look at he world as a singular planet, made of distant chemical reactions… it still baffles me.
In the shadows of the trees we approached the gates. We felt the magic fall from them like fine sap that coated us. The trees were helping us. Invisible and scared, we quietly walked right past the brutish guards and into the courtyard. No one had gotten this far before.