The grey understood the edict forbidding contact of any kind. They were to leave no clue of their presence in this part of the Great Beyond. The grey knew well his race's failures in the past when they exposed themselves too early.
The grey still bristled. Some encouragement should be communicated. Some signal that would let them know they would prevail. Instead he had to watch them suffer…………… But did he?
“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together” – just silly lyrics thought up while on LSD Lennon insisted. “They mean nothing.”
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4 comments:
Um, the woods is a wonderful place to spend time.
I don't agree about the grey. I think it is a trick. Why didn't the grey stand up back in the days of bamboo? Where was the grey when the one horned pony floated? How it is that only now, suddenly, the grey shows his face, or doesn't?
Moreover, if the Grey were to actually spin the silk he claims to master, would he not incur the wrath of the others? Only they truly understand the need for silence in a time like this, when all else is in darkness. The fire you almost mentioned will surely consume us all.
Things are screwed up enough without the Grey mucking about. The last time they showed up we ended up with Yaweh-Allah-Exaulted One and look where that's gotten us.
Mike:
I suspect you may have been enjoying the pleasant effects of some high octane beverages while constructing this essay.
I am glad for you and hope you are having a good transition into fall.
PipeTobacco
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