Edge of Civilization
The stars in the sky reflected in his dilated pupils. “Andromeda, you are shining brightly in Pegasus tonight. If only I can find you, my lady,” he said and meditated quietly about the day he might find a woman to love.
Turning his gaze once again to the sky, he witnessed a shooting star. Using an antique monocular telescope he studied the sky and imagined deeper into the solar system—meteors showered down upon Mars, Venus rotated around a thickening atmosphere and Mercury spun quickly to avoid the damaging solar flares.
He conceived deeper into the universe. Seas of indigo appeared dotted with distant stars and pale colored planets—distant galaxies with lives of their own. Spiraling cones extended deep into black holes. Matrix of white lights created webs signifying everything was connected.
Focusing harder with forced intent the bulging eyeballs concentrated on one particular galaxy as if studying an amoeba in a Petri dish. Bright colors emerged—flashes of pink, orange and green. The beautiful sight pulled the man even closer to finding whizzing objects and spinning orbs, proof life existed elsewhere.
The light of a flashlight shone on the yellowing pages of a weathered journal. Long wrinkled fingers flipped through the pages to an empty page. On a blank page, he wrote:
Spinning seas of pink and gold
Tell the fortunes of young and old
Fates sealed before our birth
With destined outcomes here on Earth
Suddenly a blinding white light bore down exposing the man whose age was difficult to determine. In the light lines of deep wrinkles appeared on the man’s face. His hazel eyes now shone steel gray and his hair was white. He appeared no different than a ghost.
The man shielded himself under the light that hovered above. Gawping upward, he saw the light flash in spiraling circles and emit a deep thumping sound. He reached his arms upward toward the light. “Take me with you! I’m here! I’ve been waiting for so long! Please take me with you!”
Above he saw a shape that appeared human in form, but the head stretched widthwise with bug eyes and long pointed chin. When the searchlights left him to scour the landscape, he slumped to his heels. “I’m here. Can’t you see me? I’m here!”
The bright pulsating object hovered over the desert floor. What was once absorbed by the peaceful darkness was now exposed under the light. An abandoned silver mine was illuminated. The flickering light brought the mine to life. Rusted iron conveyors traveled independently into the darkness of a fabricated cavern. The wheel of the windmill turned with an eerie whine.
Tumbleweeds waved in the strong wind generated by the aircraft. Jackrabbits and mice took refuge in high grass while snakes and scorpions slithered under rocks. The man watched his habitat in chaos—earthly creatures running for their lives and inanimate man-made objects coming into a life of their own.
Dejection filled the man’s chest. He sat slumped in complete darkness. All was black again except for the whites of his eyes that showed pain and suffering. Moments ago, he was one with the universe, now he belonged nowhere. How quickly the feeling of belonging comes and goes, he sulked questioning his reality and his sanity.