PararealitySaint
An Open Minded Skeptic
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <wunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <wontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id=ieooui></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> So I sit here on my little rock, a planet which barely makes for a pebble in the size of the vast infinitesimal universe. Looking up into the early evening dusk I stare in wonderment at how immense and vacant it all really is. From one side of the dark blue horizon to the next, I see a space which was originally intended to encompass all by which I reside, but thanks to Apollo, I know there is so much more…..
Out there…..
I cannot help but let go of my mind's eye and let it drift toward a new and more logical rationale.
Suddenly, blinking just once, a brilliant object falls from the heavens, its cylindrical shape radiant, moving in dips and turns within my limited horizontal view, an intensity which my senses never experienced before; that of a foreign glimmer and reflection so wonderfully posed as the object cuts effortlessly through the terrestrial stratosphere.
I freeze in amazement at this wondrous and observably intelligently driven craft, my next thought having to be of its origination. I noticed it fell from the heavens, for the trace of light it claimed against the evening darkness proved how direct its path found; downwards, ever downwards….
Standing now, my hands outstretched with excitement, I finally understand!
I begin to run as fast as I possibly can, flailing about in desperation….
Take me! Take me! Please take meeeeeeeeeeeee!
The craft, now over the field directly in front of my position begins to lower, a beam of light emitting from the underside. I run to the outer fence and begin to climb, knowing its finally happening…..
And then I hear it.
Mo Mo……………..Moooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!
And up the beam floats a full sized Holstein, her legs dangling down toward a soft green pasture she will never feel again.
But But….
The cow secured, the craft retracts the beam, turns on its AXIS ever so smoothly and shoots off into the night.
The End.
And the moral of the story is……
Out there…..
I cannot help but let go of my mind's eye and let it drift toward a new and more logical rationale.
Suddenly, blinking just once, a brilliant object falls from the heavens, its cylindrical shape radiant, moving in dips and turns within my limited horizontal view, an intensity which my senses never experienced before; that of a foreign glimmer and reflection so wonderfully posed as the object cuts effortlessly through the terrestrial stratosphere.
I freeze in amazement at this wondrous and observably intelligently driven craft, my next thought having to be of its origination. I noticed it fell from the heavens, for the trace of light it claimed against the evening darkness proved how direct its path found; downwards, ever downwards….
Standing now, my hands outstretched with excitement, I finally understand!
I begin to run as fast as I possibly can, flailing about in desperation….
Take me! Take me! Please take meeeeeeeeeeeee!
The craft, now over the field directly in front of my position begins to lower, a beam of light emitting from the underside. I run to the outer fence and begin to climb, knowing its finally happening…..
And then I hear it.
Mo Mo……………..Moooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!
And up the beam floats a full sized Holstein, her legs dangling down toward a soft green pasture she will never feel again.
But But….
The cow secured, the craft retracts the beam, turns on its AXIS ever so smoothly and shoots off into the night.
The End.
And the moral of the story is……