This is the first in what I hope is a mind tingling series extracted from, and intended as a Prelude to a greater work to be published later this year.
It could be crudely aligned with classic Shakespearean tragedies, that is to say no one survives, there are no true heroes, the women are degraded and exploited, lies and deception are at every turn, with greed and self-glorification being the very foundation of the tale. But the sad truth is, this is not a fictional tale at all.
This is an actual tragedy being played out in real time, day in and day out. Ongoing. Non-stop. Undeniable by anyone. Inescapable by no one.
It is the actual tragedy of what has evolved as the pathetic, hapless human man, from here forth referred to as the Earthbound Human (EBH).
The EBH would not be hapless at all were it not for one driving, all consuming issue. He is plagued by an obsession; an obsession, I suspect, driven more out of fear than curiosity.
Yes, fear. For whatever the EBH may feel, whatever he may claim to be, he is consumed by unshakeable, bone chilling fear.
This gripping fear, you see, is what drives the EBH in his obsession with his origin and, therefore, his true purpose.
So driven is he about learning where he came from, why he is here, on this floating space rock, who placed him on this rock, his mind conjures up, fabricates, even causes delusional scenarios of his coming to be Earthbound.
In reality, the origin of this tiny, fragile man, even the origin of his tiny floating rock, which he has cleverly dubbed Earth, is inconsequential to his existence at all.
For the facts, the truths, the sequence of events, the interventions of whoever, whatever, which led to, not only his, but all creatures coming to co-exist on this Earth, whether it involved a magical, mystical glorious creator of all things great and small, whether it involved a life form creating celestial big bang, whether it involved the biological evolution of a single celled organism that first threaded water, then walked ashore, or whether it involved a miniacal space traveller named Scotty, knowledgeable in transporter technology, that information has never been, is not now, nor will ever be accessible/available to the simpleton, the undisciplined, the reckless and irresponsible EBH.
A quick reflection on this creature, this Earthbound humanoid curiosity.
He is but one of many, many interesting creatures, lifeforms calling this floating space rock home. And while it is generally acknowledged that he possesses the ability to reason, it is also generally accepted that he tends to grossly misuse that skill.
Also, while he is only one of an unknown number of species that benefits from the ability to “think,” he favors an affinity towards using creativity and imagination, both surreal and illogical processes, almost to a fault.
Not much else is known about his existence at all, other than he may or may not be the only Earthbound creature who possesses an independent, personalized, individualized conscious, what he has come to call a soul.
Important note, the EBH fancies himself as the sole reigning, master of his floating rock, but only because no other humanoid lifeform(s) has/have presented to prove him hopelessly wrong, or challenge his declaration of supremacy (to date, that is).
This is interesting because the EBH is one of the most physically, emotionally, biologically, and chemically sensitive, and therefore fragile, creatures on his rock. Millions upon millions of EBHs terminate annually due to physical trauma, a myriad of diseases and physiological disorders, and sheer self-destruction through a myriad of ingenious methods including ingestion, injection, and inhalation of life ending substances. Millions upon millions more are not terminated, but permanently disabled, rendered useless to society.
But the most fascinating and prevalent method of terminating millions of EBHs is with high velocity muskets. These pop guns project a metal ball that tears through human flesh like it was paper, splintering bones, and damaging major, life sustaining internal organs.
EBH on EBH violence.
And so, it’s with this brief introduction that I hope to offer you a thought provoking break from drinking establishments, iron man work out sessions, funny cat videos. I trust, as loyal and dedicated “friends,” colleagues, family, that you’ll not only read, but share my words with your connections and circles. Remember, we all enjoy different tastes; what may not be your cup of tea, just may be honey to another. Each new posting will offer an aggressive prospective of this suffering, disillusioned, misguided creature. Please stay with me.