The space-time continuum, in my mind, is but a revolver. Maybe the Earth is a single bullet within it. Maybe the Earth is a revolver too. Human kind is only another bullet, ready to be fired. Consider each bullet as a turning point in history, when fired, an apocalyptic event or an enormous and drastic change. Perhaps the universe as we know it is but a revolver with four or five magazines all behind one another, rotating independently and randomly. When the holes in two or three magazines are aligned the bullets fire and are in turn reloaded with new bullets. What was before us? Weren’t there others that ruled our terrain? Wasn’t the terrain different when they were at large? At first they weren’t, then they were, and now they are no more. And what of man? Revolutions occurred, ideas changed, revolutionaries popped in the chamber and shot out of the barrel never to be seen again. The revolver is again and again reloaded. The gunpowder in the bullets, small granules that create combustion, each one is small and insignificant but their actions as a whole propel the bullet into nowhere. The casing that is left is empty and clean, a dry residue of what once was, the only evidence that we now have that the bullet and the powder ever existed at all. Are we not the powder, each granule a person with random actions and movements that together promote combustion? Perhaps we are but particles in this universe, tiny Microsystems doing our jobs in an enormous cell that we call earth. The Earth cell is but a part of a group of many other cells that make up an electron. The electron spinning around in a molecule with a group of other molecules that makes up the shape of God’s thumbnail.

Here,There, Then, and

Now

Here,There, Then, and

Now

by Calvin Whitehurst

Here,There, Then, and

NowBy Calvin Whitehurst

It was after the war, though fighting there wasn’t much of it. The sky had turned a hazy red and the earth was

decimated to a primordial state. For the few that somehow managed to survive, life was drastic and

impossibly hazardous. The human race was reduced to but a few hundred members that had scrounged

together parts to create underground homesteads. The animals that inhabited the vast plains and mountains animals that inhabited the vast plains and mountains

were but mutants, the bleak future of the planet’s wildlife. The details of the brief apocalypse were

fairly vague to the citizens. All they really knew for sure was that somewhere along the way humans had

taken things too far.

There once was a man from the country and a man from the city. The city boy wrote the country boy, “Please, brother, let me visit you and see what the country is really like.” In response the country boy replied, “Sure you may visit me but only if you let me see what the city is truly like.” The city boy of course agreed and was soon on a train to the country. The country boy was at the station and brought him home to his cattle farm. The city boy went fishing for the first time, shot his first gun, and saw a cow get branded. Overall the city time, shot his first gun, and saw a cow get branded. Overall the city boy was shocked at how much time they spent outside and how they

killed and cleaned most of their own food. The country boy responded with, “Well, how do you think you get your food? Everyy

thing you eat was alive sometime too.” When the country boy arrived in the city he was shocked at all of the loud machine noise

that was all around, even at night. The city boy simply said, “That’s the sound of progress.” The country boy rode on the bus for the first

time, drank his first cocktail, and saw artwork in a gallery. At the end of their adventures together the country boy thought he liked the

city but said he belonged back in the country. The city boy also loved his time in the country but frankly had too much to do in the

city already. The two thanked each other for their company and went back to where they belonged.

It was but the beginning. The land was thick lush mud that was flat and endless but for a slight bowl where a shallow

lake of crystal clear water lay. Long wispy trees hung over the lake as the sun beat down on their primitive leaves.

From the bacteria that lived in the water, beings began to inhabit the surface of the water. Eventually the forms

gained the shore just as the plants had done eons ago. One day the sun began to grow dim and the light grew worse day the sun began to grow dim and the light grew worse everyday. The world was soon shadowed in complete

darkness. The pitch black episode was quick as this microocosm was crushed by a macrocosmic elephant foot walking

to its watering hole nearby

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