Question on My Lips, Dust on My Heals I often contemplate about heroes long lost. Almost forgotten. Why don’t we have anyone today Accomplishing amazing tasks Not sponsored by a corporation? This particular day I was traveling along the dirt roads of Black Rock City. Each heel strike kicking up playa dust. The heat, intense at 110° F. I encountered God (the Christian God) and his wife, Gaia, or Mother Earth. She and He referred to Her by both names Who am I to do any less? Walking along one of the many curving roads Worshiping Helios in my own way. Silk boxers, an invisible barrier of sun block Mildly shielded my flesh from His shafts of light. I encountered familiar bicycles. They were from my other life back in Fort Collins. I stopped to talk with the campers Their cheerful neighbor spoke up. A short little round man with a balding pate. What hair he did have on his head and face Was white and neatly trimmed. He sat in the shade of his RV Introduced himself as God. Very pleasant Not at all what I would have expected. We had a nice little chat. He was an excellent conversationalist He didn’t interrupt me. Surely He knew what I was going to say next Being omnipotent Mother Earth looked on and smiled. Small talk filled the air. Time for my farewells. Gaia approached me She said I had been so nice to chat with She would grant me one question to present to the “All Mighty”. It could be about anything. Anything at all. I did not hesitate nor did I stutter out my question. I asked in a bold manner reflecting the prestige which had been bestowed upon me. “Why did the trilobites die off? They had every reason to still be alive.” The numerous reasons evolution should have favored us with their living, breathing presence Rather than teasing us with cold, still rock parodies. Paper weights left behind after Medusa, the Gorgon, had gazed upon them are: 1. Global distribution 2. Aquatic habitat 3. Shallow and deep environments 4. Some were generalists and some were specialists in their niches. On and on I addressed Him. My pros for their extant nature. When I finished, God smiled as did Gaia. He told me how nice it was to hear an intelligent question. I was a breath of fresh air From all the drunkards asking, “Why did you make beer make me drunk?” I was a breath of fresh air. Perhaps I had been transformed into such a breeze After my intimate and prolonged coupling with the Black Rock winds. Jason too held winds captive in a bag aboard the Argos. My bag was my skull My winds were given to me by academia Rather than a deity or sorceress. God leaned back into his lawn chair. Smiling, He told me why the trilobites had died off. “Boredom. I got bored with ‘em.” “But you know what? You’ve rekindled my interest.” “I’m gonna bring them back just as soon as possible.” “Expect them in about 40,000 years.” I can’t wait. Mother Earth then gave me a string of shells. As if she hasn’t given me enough in my life, A present swung around my neck. She thanked me for such a great question. When you hang with deities You can’t help but be your best. Perhaps *that* is the trick of all of those long lost heroes We idolize.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 14:04:14 +0000
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