I am leaving from a wooded park, on foot. I say my farewells to the young man who had kept me company, a companion through the ages. I reach my destination.
Warm, gold, sunny. The desert stretches out before me and the dry air is crisp to my inhaled breath. I, the archaeologist, have been commissioned on a new project which brings me here to this remote location.
I have already studied the hieroglyphs. As countless others have done before me and failed to unravel their mystery. Ultimately, I had something key to the whole process that none other had... a hand written journal from my father. Not that his journal pertained directly to any glyphs, clues, or unravellings. The Scientist had just delicately written thoughts and scientific musings within. Yet, these thoughts and musings along with my own revelations allowed me to decipher what others could not.
I built the "machine", if you will. I used my father's creative Einstein geniality and my inherited intellect and built a backpack. Oooo aaah, I know what you are thinking... but just wait *winks*.
There was a mountain pass and in between the two mountains was a valley crevasse. There one could find a pathway etched like that of the Nazca Lines, long and unabandoned by time. But nothing as artistic, just a simple widened line. Where this etched path lead to, or what its design was intended for was never understood, as of yet.
The mountains to the left and to the right seemed to menace the dwarfed chambers within. Each built symmetrical, one could find the carvings I had recently studied before my arrival. Now that I was able to gaze upon them with my very own two, a plan of ingenuity gleamed forth from my whirlwind of a brain. I set to work and in no time I had created the backpack from simple geometry and physics. The drawings depicted within the elongated rectangular alcoves were repetitious and a general concept of having to do with light (a common study between my father and I). I retired for the evening, anxiously wondering if my prototype would work and just what exactly it would do.
I set out early, as I would need to have all my preparations completed before sunrise. The dusty air filled my being and I stood in the middle of the canyon. Which lies in the median pinpoint location below the peaks to my vertical sides, where the entrances for the niches are contained.
I then awaited the stellar hour.
My backpack was fitted to my body and pulled taut. The metal contraption that was incorporated with the design began to click, the sounds being like some sort of gear system. I anticipated nothing, yet my excitement dabbled with fear crept in. It had begun. I could see daybreak glowing all around, the first beams forming a spire of light. The sun then rained down the valley and into the mountain chambers. Each second of particles was collected in an intricate web of unfathomable formations throughout the ancient chambers and returned in full energetic force to my precise position. My backpack generated an appeal to the radiation. I turned slightly and watched as the two metal collectors opened by themselves and aligned with the flooding sun. It was as if they were wings with a mind of their own. In the height of the sun's fuel, the pack created some sort of propellant. I flew merely inches from the ground as I launched forward along the isometric line, and into a secret region of what once had been forgotten.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nt7idfsa9hg
(Stellar - Incubus)
Warm, gold, sunny. The desert stretches out before me and the dry air is crisp to my inhaled breath. I, the archaeologist, have been commissioned on a new project which brings me here to this remote location.
I have already studied the hieroglyphs. As countless others have done before me and failed to unravel their mystery. Ultimately, I had something key to the whole process that none other had... a hand written journal from my father. Not that his journal pertained directly to any glyphs, clues, or unravellings. The Scientist had just delicately written thoughts and scientific musings within. Yet, these thoughts and musings along with my own revelations allowed me to decipher what others could not.
I built the "machine", if you will. I used my father's creative Einstein geniality and my inherited intellect and built a backpack. Oooo aaah, I know what you are thinking... but just wait *winks*.
There was a mountain pass and in between the two mountains was a valley crevasse. There one could find a pathway etched like that of the Nazca Lines, long and unabandoned by time. But nothing as artistic, just a simple widened line. Where this etched path lead to, or what its design was intended for was never understood, as of yet.
The mountains to the left and to the right seemed to menace the dwarfed chambers within. Each built symmetrical, one could find the carvings I had recently studied before my arrival. Now that I was able to gaze upon them with my very own two, a plan of ingenuity gleamed forth from my whirlwind of a brain. I set to work and in no time I had created the backpack from simple geometry and physics. The drawings depicted within the elongated rectangular alcoves were repetitious and a general concept of having to do with light (a common study between my father and I). I retired for the evening, anxiously wondering if my prototype would work and just what exactly it would do.
I set out early, as I would need to have all my preparations completed before sunrise. The dusty air filled my being and I stood in the middle of the canyon. Which lies in the median pinpoint location below the peaks to my vertical sides, where the entrances for the niches are contained.
I then awaited the stellar hour.
My backpack was fitted to my body and pulled taut. The metal contraption that was incorporated with the design began to click, the sounds being like some sort of gear system. I anticipated nothing, yet my excitement dabbled with fear crept in. It had begun. I could see daybreak glowing all around, the first beams forming a spire of light. The sun then rained down the valley and into the mountain chambers. Each second of particles was collected in an intricate web of unfathomable formations throughout the ancient chambers and returned in full energetic force to my precise position. My backpack generated an appeal to the radiation. I turned slightly and watched as the two metal collectors opened by themselves and aligned with the flooding sun. It was as if they were wings with a mind of their own. In the height of the sun's fuel, the pack created some sort of propellant. I flew merely inches from the ground as I launched forward along the isometric line, and into a secret region of what once had been forgotten.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nt7idfsa9hg
(Stellar - Incubus)
(December 22, 2008)
3 comments:
very interesting!
I haven't finished reading this post, but just love your writing style. Beautiful!
We will be returning underwater soon where you will have to take control. Stay tuned!
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