In the spring of '79 two men got together with the intention of having a dream. And that sort of happened, but not for lack of wanting, but for lack of being alive- because one of them was dead.
And then three years later something occurred that not even Al Gore could have predicted, they were re-born, or born rather. And then they were babies.
But just because they were babies, that doesn't mean that they were smart; they were just as dumb as most babies. And because of that they didn't meet until fifteen years later.
It was a cool spring afternoon, or it could have been early fall- we were jumping in and out of vortexes so often these days it was hard to tell. The elder had just convinced a small community that a peer was suicidal; while the younger was still trying to convince himself he was not a robot with enchanted human-like characteristics. And then in a flash of light it was suddenly three years later and they were dancing and moving so amazingly that 10,000 mermaids... |
