we were at home scrubbing the tortoise when it happened. suddenly the moon didn't seem so distant, so exotic, anymore. even the tortoise looked less solemn, now that man had bounced around a different gravity. the kids asked us what was happening, and we told them that one day they would sit on top of a flaming molten capsule, a controlled explosion sending them to distant twinkles where they might find anything, anything at all. this, unfortunately, upset their delicate imaginations and they began to cry. we had to make mac and cheese to calm them down and get them to accept the fact that they wouldn't be living on Earth much longer. nobody would. we would all have to leave, to answer the intergalactic call that broods within mankind like a mutant gene, ready to pop up and hurtle us into the void. what was the Tower of Babel if not a crude attempt at space exploration? and Jacob's ladder certainly is a forerunner of those Star Trek transporters. read your scriptures -- we're going places, man, despite the gravity of the times.
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