Celestial Bodies

Good morning my dear children! Rise and shine! I say I have a unique story for you this morning. It is not a story you will hear just anywhere. It is not a popular story either. No, not by a hair! I say rise and shine young ones. Young ones of all ages, wipe out the wax from your ears and pay close, close attention. Because this story may one day, save your very lives. Well, not directly at least. But certainly as time goes by.  Once upon a time, in a land very very far away, yet still remarkably alike to ours, there existed a man. Every main character has something, something which makes him special. I'll tell you, what makes this man special, just to lay all of the cards on the table, to get all our screws in order, was that this man felt. Yes, boys and girls, he smell-t, he dealt and he even had a strong belt. But none of these made him so special as the fact that he felt. He felt very strongly. He felt very passionately. He felt very deeply. In this similar and yet strange, str

The fields were massive! Prairies of heavenly origin, spreading out from one direction to the other endlessly. The sky was illuminated by the walls of the glowing sinoatrial and atrioventricular nodes, which were high up, high up in the sky. They lit up the known world just like a giant, giant star. Over the fields, breeze danced and played of heads of wheat and barley. These fields of golden grain danced and swayed to the rhythm of the gentles zephyrs, which played over them. Every so often, every so often, a massive procession of racehorses would stampede across the fields of the right ventricle. A stampede. Truly. Their hooves would shake the very ground of the world in which they lived. Nobody knew what caused the stampedes of racehorses. And surely, as soon as they had appeared, they would disappear again. Off and into the horizon of the purkinje fibres. Below the nodes' glow. Never, not even once had the locals had a chance to stop and question these interesting and curious c

There was once a tattered little hole on a piece of fabric. Tattered hole didn't have much of a view seeing how he was only a small hole. From his perspective, every so often, he would have a front row seat to people's knees and, he gathered that whatever creature he was a part of was always walking away from things. He had resolved to being a less important creature, one who simply lived on another bigger creature. He was, after all, just a humble and tattered hole. On top of that, one thing he had gathered was that whatever the fabric was being used for, he often seemed to have been faced up against something, pressed up tight against something or other. Until, one day, tattered hole was caught on something terribly sharp. This caused him to grow nearly three times his original size! Every so often, tattered hole would hear voices. He wouldn't know what they meant even if he had heard them clearly. After the voices spoke, the fabric on which he existed was handed over to

Of all the moons, the green moon is my favorite. The rarest one though, the grimaced faced moon, only rises once every hundred years. When it does, the whole world is affected by her sadness. Grimaced faced moon rises when the world is in deep struggle. When the world. Is stricken with division and suffering and anguish. The last time it rose over the earth was during world war 2. It has risen again today. Grimaced faced moon is not the cause of these problems. On the contrary, he is a reaction. He is a sign of Jehovah's displeasure with the happenings on earth during these times. And so, he has risen again today. If creatures were to look intently enough, they could easily see, tears falling from moon's eyes. All is well. For each time that grimaced faced moon rises, Jehovah God sends immediately after, joyful moon and peaceful moon following him. Some say, in years passed, mankind has learned their lesson and amended their course. Others say Jehovah Himself interfered. Moon,