Circumventing the Nexus

by  Thornswrath

    As the electromagnetic event unfolds along the spatial coordinates 

of the axes humankind is most attuned to, ripples in realtime expanded outward, 

often at the same time and never in sync.  Despite all the old stories having been lost, 

somehow from deep within their forgotten lore, diamonds emerge that stick in the memory 

of all who behold them.  These gem points are more like moments in time, separated 

by annihilating whirlpools and casting their solitary light upon these shifting battlefields 

as one single shadow leaning into the setting sun. An array of eyelets letting in the light, 

pinholes in a shroud draped over the world. The inner organs of the super attenuated manifestations 

of light reveal themselves after having performed their function, in a sort of turned inside out array 

of spatial configuration set above us all as if we are upon the dot of the very punctuation mark 

we dare question. Simply step up onto the podium to ask and watch the world retreat around you,

hissed the whispers echoing in the wind. Such it has always been since the mind like men's be questioned. Such it will always be to see thine self in the same  mirrored reflection. We travel forward hoping to circumvent the nexus left in the wake of our predecessors who hoped we would not awaken. 

We move along the timeline with eyes wide open looking forward to score a token of appreciation 

for the path we have taken. We walk in electromagnetic harmony with the conductor and reactor 

after dreaming in a state of suspension in slumber. We circumvent the nexus even as it helps correct us. Knowing we could never plunder enough. 

   

Circumventing the Nexus

 As the electromagnetic event 

unfolds along the spatial 

coordinates of the axes 

humankind is most attuned to 

ripples in realtime expand 

outward often at the same 

time and never in sync.  

Despite all the old stories 

having been lost

somehow from deep within 

their forgotten lore 

diamonds emerge 

that stick in the memory 

of all who behold them.  

These gem points 

are more like moments 

in time, separated by 

annihilating whirlpools 

and casting their solitary light 

upon these shifting battlefields 

as one single shadow leaning 

into the setting sun. 

An array of eyelets 

letting in the light

pinholes in a shroud 

draped over the world. 

The inner organs 

of the super attenuated 

manifestations of light 

reveal themselves after 

having performed their function

in a sort of turned inside-out array 

of spatial configuration 

set above us all 

as if we are upon the dot 

of the very punctuation mark 

we dare to question. 

Simply step up onto the podium 

to ask and watch the world 

retreat around you 

hissed the whispers 

echoing in the wind. 

Such it has always been 

since the mind like men's 

be questioned. 

Such it will always be 

to see thine self 

in the same  

mirrored 

reflection. 

We travel forward 

hoping to circumvent 

the nexus left in the wake 

of our predecessors 

who hoped we would 

not awaken. 

We move along the timeline 

with eyes wide open 

looking forward to score 

a token of appreciation 

for the path we have taken. 

We walk in electromagnetic 

harmony with the conductor 

and reactor after dreaming 

in a state of suspension 

and slumber. 

   

Second Exodus

   by  Shaun Lawton 

     The Phaetonites were an advanced civilization which existed on a dwarf planet that was fifth from their life giving Star.  The habitable zone which encircled their Star in a vast ring encompassed most of the area in between the fourth and sixth planets of that system.   As in the formation of most solar systems, this widespread zone was heavily populated by many small planetoids and a higher frequency of interceding comets and asteroids.

   It came to pass that the Phaetonites loved astronomy the most, and had devised advanced forms of telescopes with which to examine carefully their solar surroundings.  Their scientists had discovered a particular large asteroid heading towards them in a trajectory which was bound to collide with their own planet at a certain date in the future.

   They had long known about the cause and nature of their habitable zone, and knew it to be gradually shrinking over an extended period of time.  They knew that eventually it would recede entirely away from their location in space, to accommodate the fourth planet of their system, named Warszawa.

   The story of their timely escape from Phaeton brought this advanced race to Warszawa, where they were forced to start everything over again.  They lived upon this fourth planet for many generations, preserving their way of life and science, finally bringing themselves to the height of advanced civilization once again.

   But they knew their habitable zone would not last, and that it continued to shrink. They foresaw that it would ultimately leave the confines of their second home, and recede even closer to their great Star.

   So they planned very carefully for another exodus.  Having gone through a similar one before, they were better prepared than ever. The future of their race depended upon yet another successful skip over to the next planet, the third one from their Star.

   They were presented with a new challenge, however.  Their scientists' highly sensitive data mining technology determined that the third planet was not going to benefit from the habitable zone quite in the same way that they needed for  their particular biology.  After all, this planet was of a different size, and the cosmic energy ratios from their Star to this planet were different.   So they set upon the completion of an unprecedented task.

   One of their greatest scientists was a mathematician and architect named Salamanus.  He proposed that if a satellite of a particular mass were set about the third planet, it would result in tilting the planet's axis just the required degree to fine tune its relation to the Star within the new habitable zone.  They worked extremely hard for many years perfecting the design of this giant plumb bob, fashioned of iron.  They were able to launch it into space piece after piece, and reassemble it in orbit, and repositioned it to their future home, before beginning their long-awaited migration to safety there.

   And that is the story, in a nutshell, of the man who made the moon and the origins of the human race.  

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