Simple Theories

In times of peace we listen to music over the hills and drag carcasses to the train station. Music and carcasses win a fulfillment of the peacely penitence of time in our way. Shadows of fantastic skid to a knowing concern, for carcasses or the result of their presence. The sky means to be clear but never can finish its sentence. There might be a volcano in store for Brockton, where trucks park without resistance. In the formal days when Worcester existed and trains would arrive with carcasses, the humans involved in feeling things loomed over the better things. The hills were music in themselves. Not of themselves, just the satisfying rumble of plates that, because of God's grace, made homelands and seaports for us, and surprised us with volcanoes. This is a special God. Special God brings peace, which is a situation of gravity determined by facts distinguished from inference. Inference is when someone thinks of something; implication covers when someone wants to make someon...

A brilliant young strategist rises to the top of his class in Battle School while training to defend Earth against hostile aliens intent on exterminating a basic concrete patio. You dream. The vegetation here supplants heroism, we eat well for a while. Days pass, jumpiness extends to the horizon. Relay from satellite to say, Om, omphalos, belly button, purview. Could be ridiculous. We are innate, trying to work it out. Can we speak of other things or... Jumpiness is a principle. Topic sentence sits atop paragraph, and for a reason. Wish for less jumpiness, Cosmic Ones, because it crowds. Reminded that brilliant young strategists resume in jumpiness sometimes. Roy Rogers named his dog Bullet. He named his wife Patio. He named himself Roy, a sliver of doubt that the French call king.