I am sitting with my feet propped up on my desk. This is my favorite position for pondering the imponderables of life. It is 3:30 in the afternoon and the rigors of my daily rut have bored and tired me. There are many three-ring binders, filled with technical computer manuals, resting on the shelves behind me. On the table to my left is a lifeless computer terminal. The system it connects to is out of order; not operational. It was as if I was watching television and the cable company blew to smithereens! How frustrating.
The desk is cluttered with letters, scraps of notes, pens and a phone. The phone seems to ring a call from a time gone by, as my mind wanders, in search of something exciting to help shed my weariness.
Somewhere there exists a civilization unlike our own. It’s not here and it’s not there. It’s not close and it’s not far. But, it certainly is somewhere! They don’t know about us. We don’t know about them.
“Well then,” you ask, “How do you know? If we don’t know, how do you know?”
I reply, “Because I once existed there and now I don’t. I am here instead. But, I remember. I am a mistake because I remember.”
One of the big differences between them and us is very interesting. If one of them struck another causing the other pain, then he or she receives the same amount of pain immediately in return.
So, for example, if I strike you over the top of your head with a big stick, I will immediately feel that same pain in return.
You can see that would limit man’s inhumanity to man!
So, in that civilization, where I used to be, and you now know about, people live in peace. What a wonderful civilization it is!
Oh, You cyclical mass of troubled wind and vapor. Thousands flee your powerful onslaught! I sit here warm and snug at my sister’s home, In cool but quiet Waterbury, Connecticut. I, lucky to have traveled before your birth, Have a home and loved ones in your path. I am not alone for thousands share my plight. Choked are the North bound escapes. You are so hungry for destruction. Antigua and Barbuda devastated, With the loss of most of their buildings. At least one child has died at your hands. Anguilla, St Kitts, Nevis, St Martin, St Bart’s, Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, Haiti, Turks, and Caicos, Have not fared much better! Next, IRMA, you will target the, Bahamas, Cuba, and finally Florida. Florida where my home is. Florida where my family now flees! I have only one question! Dear Irma, who created you? Who turned you loose? Who seeks to destroy? Who is responsible?