Once upon a time I was playing various parts in a silly and serious play that angels were treating me to and in one role I was linked to the earth goddess Ge. I have no idea how it was originally pronounced but they were saying Gee as in gee whiz and I was Baby Ge or Little Earth—dreaming to spare Ge the indignity of being blown up with nuclear weapons. Talk about being out of my league … and the angels would sing this song with me. With just one hand held up high, I can blot you out—I was insignificant and small. They were driving—I was sleeping. We became something bright, traveling fast, moving at breakneck speed, communicating in torrents but not really accomplishing anything that I was aware of. Our storm formed in America and anyone who witnessed the event couldn’t really intervene—angels are exceedingly clever. The admonition for sailors, life-savers and cruisers to get out of the water was a message I wasn’t overly fond of because it suggested that much of what we felt we could do to impede war wasn’t going to work—and face it, who wants to hear that? I liked it even less because it wasn’t clear at all what might work and they were saying, go to sleep little earth—don’t worry about it. Being there at the birth refers to when this began and while we haven’t descended into World War III, things haven’t exactly been calm. So it would have been me asking why did I go? Why even listen to such nonsense? And they said go to sleep little earth. Sounds like a fairy tale so I made it one. From what I understand about life, we could easily blow this planet up and simply say, well gee, we felt like starting over although I personally think it’s a bit strange to think of blowing up home no matter how short the visit. Could be—majority rules and I’m in the minority.
Once upon a time I was playing various parts in a silly and serious play that angels were treating me to and in one role I was linked to the earth goddess Ge. I have no idea how it was originally pronounced but they were saying Gee as in gee whiz and I was Baby Ge or Little Earth—dreaming to spare Ge the indignity of being blown up with nuclear weapons. Talk about being out of my league … and the angels would sing this song with me. With just one hand held up high, I can blot you out—I was insignificant and small. They were driving—I was sleeping. We became something bright, traveling fast, moving at breakneck speed, communicating in torrents but not really accomplishing anything that I was aware of. Our storm formed in America and anyone who witnessed the event couldn’t really intervene—angels are exceedingly clever. The admonition for sailors, life-savers and cruisers to get out of the water was a message I wasn’t overly fond of because it suggested that much of what we felt we could do to impede war wasn’t going to work—and face it, who wants to hear that? I liked it even less because it wasn’t clear at all what might work and they were saying, go to sleep little earth—don’t worry about it. Being there at the birth refers to when this began and while we haven’t descended into World War III, things haven’t exactly been calm. So it would have been me asking why did I go? Why even listen to such nonsense? And they said go to sleep little earth. Sounds like a fairy tale so I made it one. From what I understand about life, we could easily blow this planet up and simply say, well gee, we felt like starting over although I personally think it’s a bit strange to think of blowing up home no matter how short the visit. Could be—majority rules and I’m in the minority.