Relax, everyone, we are currently departing. If you are uncomfortable floating in space may I suggest that you close the window next to you, find something with which to distract yourself and settle in. You will be acclimated soon enough at which point, no doubt, you will be amazed with the journey along with all the others on board.
We've set out for Telomere. It is that universe's sonic waves which guide us for the moment. Into another realm, a different paradigm, a place which doesn't require time and space to define it. Without a sound that our human ears can recognize there are frequencies that pass us by...what you wish to know is...what's on those frequencies? Could be aliens for all we know, reading their sacred otherworldly scriptures, whispering them chapter and verse into my ear, completely unconscious of the whole thing.
Kenneth, what are those frequencies? Or better, what's on them? Can you translate for me, Ken?
And Kenneth says, "Translate them for yourself because they mean only what you want them to mean, they are the almighty AFFIRMATIVE. If you can accept this then do and live as if you do, let those unfamiliar sounds inspire you to create."
"Create", I say, dumbfounded. "I haven't felt as if creating would do me any good. What's it all for? To look back on someday and lament that I didn't shoot the moon?"
"But you did shoot the moon."
"I shot at the moon, but I missed. That's the part that keeps me from taking it all on faith that there isn't some kind of dire warning mixed in with the positive thinking."
"Ah, but perhaps you're right," Kenneth says and then asks if I'd ever heard of the Ghost of the Moon. I tell him I hadn't and he rips into this legend about how the brilliant orb we see in the heavens when midnight comes was once brighter than our own sun. The alien culture at the time found a way, accidently of course, to blow that thing up just to see what might happen. What happened was that we have not just a moon but what is in actuality the Ghost of a sun which we now call a moon, hence the Ghost of the Moon or something like that. It's said to have extremely wonderful powers to those who put their faith in it's ability to transform. You should pray to the Ghost of the Moon when you're feeling really down and blue. It might help."
"Kenneth," I addressed the young man, "You are a stone cold fool, all this stuff about ghosts."
He conceded. "Perhaps you're right. Might not be anything to it."
I was surprised by how quickly he'd conceded but wasn't in the mood to quibble about something so inconsequential.
Our starship moves with a beautiful grace, dancing with the waves of starlight that crash up against her. Telomere in our rear view mirror we rushed on to our next destination: a banana shaped planet in the center of Hoioto Galaxy. The Hoioto tribunal having petitioned us to investigate a conspiracy theory known simply as "Thousand Stars". Armed with cheap Acer laptops we had accepted that challenge and now we're 9/10ths of the way into debunking it. That's a lot of work done in a short amount of time.
But let's try to make some sense here. Let's not do as we have been, writing something for the sake of simply practicing typing. Deleting everything in disgust and despair that I just can't do it like before.
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