There was an Accident

When the sun touched the surface of its son the effect was instantaneous. People were vaporized—a new planet was born. Venus lay on the horizon—souls, records, DNA instantly mutated, struck with neutrons, and gave rise to man. Yet, man could not fathom the death of so many so pushed it off as some sort of bird that had created earth and heaven. And that all of us were the result. Could not be reconciled with the idea that an entire planet’s population was being annihilated. Again. This was an Act of God beyond reason he would say. Yet, he knew that it had been the only way. Radiation bombarded earth, barbequing its inhabitants, as opposite to the concept of humanity as this may be. We were barbequed alive and all else was lies.

Of what we cannot see we want to hear. It’s a sphere that was heard by those in flatland to exist. Now some were trying to crawl out of the third and into the fourth. Those in the fourth had quite a tale to tell. As for those who had always watched the horizon … it may be that they had a burning desire to get home. And if they were to ever get there, they had to have the cooperation of the planet. The father is engendered by his son. His plans for the future depend on the deeds of the son. The father knew why he was here, where he came from, and wanted desperately to get home. For now this bearded white man traveled earth building what the future would refer to as temples and in his mind he carried around the number 72. A magic number to them. The concept of pie integral to the plan. The planets were almost round.