The Reality of Theory
By John Francis McGondel, Copyright 2006

Back before the last Ice Age, indeed before the falling of Atlantis, there was a largely unnoticed disruption within the framework of the Earth’s eco-structure. The many eons of volcanic activity, coupled with the methane clouds which bubbled out from the countless primordial seas, began a series of events which would not be realized for what they were for eons yet to come.

Sulfur, methane, and decaying vegetation combined at the right time and in the correct amounts, and began to spawn what would only later be understood to be a new life-form: A life-form which would negatively impact all other types of life-forms on the planet. Over the millennia which followed this unholy merging, many forms of life would become, and would become extinct.

But one single life-form, which was nourished by the waste products of the dinosaurs, and whose senses were sharpened by the rise of the mammals as a dominant species, would eventually rise, like an uncontrollable virus, to lead what would eventually become to be known as the human race.

By the time that most humans realized that this life-form was choking civilization, and feeding from the people as the true parasitic organism that it was, it was already too late. The damage was seemingly irreversible. That life-form was a politician. Nursed on flatulence, and enhanced by its parasitic need to control its hosts, it flourished during times of depression and war.

But the life-form was lonely, and therefore created for itself a perfect partner. And it called its partner: Lawyer.

Together they would cripple and manipulate billions of people throughout the coming eons.

It has been said that viruses will inherit the Earth.

The Tortoise and the Here
By John McGondel, Copyright 2006

Eudoxa was a very resourceful turtle, and had waited patiently for her captors to leave a door open long enough for her to leave. She was old and weary, but had a mission to do; one last mission before she went on to the next level of existence.

And so she traveled, one slow and painful step at a time, knowing that she must arrive before it was too late. She plodded on, absorbing the pain, stopping only to wait for the infernal automobile traffic to cease for long enough for her to resume her self-induced punishment.

For days she traveled, up and down hills, across barren stretches of land, across sweltering highways, until at last she came to her destination. The stairs in front of her were majestic and overwhelming, yet she persevered.

Hardly anyone noticed her, as she had counted on, since her research showed that the beings at this place took almost a zero notice of anything outside their own narrowly defined peripheral vision.

At long last, in the early afternoon of the day she began climbing the long, torturous steps, she made it into the lobby.

Still unnoticed, she quietly and slowly and methodically advanced towards the Chambers Of Truth and Justice.

And, after her thirteen days of agonizing determinedness, she crawled into the chambers, and was extremely relieved to see that the Congressional filibuster had not yet ended.

She had made it here, and looked around solemnly at her fellow turtles, and realized that they had won the race, against all odds.