by Jackson Bloomington

Created on: March 03, 2007   Last Updated: April 19, 2007

This is a fictional account, representing, and highlight the dysfunctions of society and religion.

Unimaginative.

Nothing ever happens.

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I was new to this planet.
I was shipped across the stars.
In search of life.

9th June 2006;
I entered the atmosphere and found myself hovering over a clear blue liquid for several hours. Eventually land came into sight and everything appeared different. Tree's peering down on me - foreign, intimidating.

It was beautiful. But nothing like home.
The sun rising in the distance, cast an effulgent light through the trees - showering the vegetation with a simmering glow. A gaping cliff top behind me provided a full view of the coast and the liquid substance I'd just flown over. Rather odd coloured hedgerows scattered amongst the trees. The horizon portraying illusive shaped hill-tops, with the last few hours of a glistening white moon and scintillating
stars above. Streams of colour sprayed like the heavens never happened across an iridescent sky.
This placethis planetit had an incomprehensible beauty.
The frozen atmosphere; felt like I was the only person there.
And it felt like I could sit here and look out at the stars for eternity.
But as beautiful as this place was; nothing was happening here. It didn't look like it was going to. I took some pictures for the folks back home. And left.
A few hours later and I had moved further on into this paradisethis utopia. But as civilisation emerged the rural beauty seemed a lot more than just a stone-throw away.
The stench of carbon monoxide closed in around me as I stepped outside the craft.
The seemingly subtle sounds of wildlife were no longer audible. And artificial sounds of polluted technology filled the atmosphere. Dark, dingy buildings scattered around - tall, depressed.
And in amongst them was the first signs of life. The first signs of intelligible life. All weaving back and fourth amongst one another.

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9th July 2006;
It's now been a month.
Since I landed here.
I have traveled this whole planet.
I have observed the society; seen how it works. They appear to divide themselves into sections. Based upon specific traits. Although the thought process is the same. The desires, the needs, the instincts - all similar. And most of them base their "lifestyle" on nothing but a theory. A thought up theory by some of the weakest minds. A theory - a book; that could be nothing more than what we would call "political propaganda". Prepared to die for their beliefs, and even with so many contradictions they can't recognize that they've thrown their lives aside like the grenade hurled wisdom inflicted upon them.
Ignoring the skeptics, Ignoring the logic, ignoring the most outgoing, farfetched preposterousness of their whole lifestyle, just to follow that theory. Well heres something else for them to ignore;

There's a raven on the gable singing jesus doesn't care.
Can they ignore that?

Probably. Because none of them stop to think. Their minds - shallow, single thoughts; not stretching further than the next three seconds.

*

I wish I could pull them all aside.
Show them the stars, show them the sky,
Show them the meaning of life.

*

10th July 2006;
My journey has been successful. I have found alien life. And found that here; I am an alien. And here I sit with an alien sun pouring down on my alien eyes, and thinking with my alien mind, and writing my thoughts with my alien hands and my alien fingers, with my alien pen, on my alien paper.
And my last alien hour here will be spent in silence.
Out of sorrow.

*

But then I really must go.
For I fear the fire in my soul shall burn out.
And the thoughts in my head shall rot.

This is my last hour.
On planet earth.

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