Interim

The man with the beard was circling the planet in the year 2,500 B.C. Looking for locations for his instruments. A man very serious about saving the planet. Actually, the planet didn’t need saving … the inhabitants did. The inhabitants that were his plan. This man was a true Venusian. Left behind when the ship took off. In his humanity he wanted to save people. He’d survived the last impact when Sun #4 went out, ending an epoch. The instruments he had in mind were created of vast quantities of rock. They calculated time in epochs and could determine magnetic north and minute changes that occurred as objects approached earth and the earth itself was stressed. This man was stranded as a man stranded on an island of sand, on a planet far from home. This man represented those who saw the phoenix and knew what the bird could do. Its fiery plumb plume-like tail. Its conical body. A mountain turned upside down that brought land and sky together. An event reported by those on the ground as the churning of a milky sea. But then, the Milky Way was often compared to a sea in space by the ancients. And to them it certainly looked as if a war was going on in space. At times, the creation and destruction of stars had brought forth the end of epochs. The last time was a meteor. A collision in space. As each epoch ended and a new one began smaller animals survived. Insects exploded as they multiplied. Altogether new forms of life, new combinations of DNA emerged. With the ending of each epoch and the beginning of a new one there weren’t many left from the old one. Stories were told, edited for millenniums, then retold, then made politically correct a hundred times, rewritten, retold … until they were incomprehensible. Yet the men who watched the horizon knew what was going on. And some of them tried to do something about it.